Lonely 2

Lonely is not alone

Lonely is not being thrown

Lonely is not sobbing

Lonely is not flogging

Neither is it sorry state

Nor is it ill fate

It is a feeling, an emotion.

It is a strong notion

To look within,

Beyond your bone and skin

It makes you know,

What you never show.

The bottled up thoughts

Experience from the stumbled walks;

The talks you have with yourself,

About the devil and the elf.

The silence on the outside,

The roaring noise inside.

That confused vibe,

The belonging to a different tribe.

Crying without tears,

Dreading internal fears.

Seeing darkness in a room of neon lights,

Standing on ground, still fearing heights.

You know no one will miss your absence,

Unnoticed is your presence.

Lonely

Lonely eyes,

watch the boundless skies;

caught in ties,

of the worldly lies.

Lonely feet,

can no destination meet;

their walk on the grass,

feels like walking on sharp glass.

The dancing daisies,

the happy babies,

the pouring rains,

none can wash away the stains;

given by those I thought loved me,

there was a blur that didn't let me see

blur of disgust and anger,

to them I was just a stranger

It’s the pain that hurts,

beyond the string of words,

the building fear,

is difficult to bear.

Can’t feel my breath,

better shall be death,

for I feel so stuffy,

hate my eyes so puffy.

Confused is my being,

with no route of fleeing,

can sense the building hatred,

I am getting betrayed,

by hopes of happiness,

and by the gifted emptiness.

All I wish is to sleep,

and take another leap,

of freedom from this room,

and get past this life of doom.