Incapable of Keeping Friends
The Loner Hesitates
Sits Around, Waits and Waits
For Death to Come, it never may
It won't be long, says the loner,
till the pain dissipates,
Numb, they say, means
Not Feeling Anything
So as the loner waits'
Years and Years carry on
Until she vacates
the feelings of pescimism
No sense, the loner knows Only Void
The Magic Word that makes her world
In a Vacuum, No Thinking, No thoughts
Rambling On and On with Nothing to Share
But an empty Serving of Despair
She Sits in the Chair of Absolute Indecision
Insolation as a new form of Organization
Leave happiness for the birds
"This loner deserves nothing else"
Not quite the right perception
She fights all odds and realizes
Loner is only a WORD
We give too much thought
to that which will distress us
And, why not pay heed
to that which will Strengthen
And Fill the Need
To Live Free of Greed
Fill the void with that which is Lovely..
Copyright 2004, K.Cruz, Created 9:34PM June 8, 2004
Revised June 14, 2004.
Solitude
Fear
K's Poetry Corner
