I used to feel entirely alone, mostly
Due to my own seclusion tactics.
I would create an illusion of a world
Existing only by the innate powers
Of my mind, full of happy sunflowers,
Beautiful sunrises, and blind dreams.
I’d forget my regrets for the moment.
Time spent there, I would neglect
People, I’d very rarely truly connect
With anyone, being barely present.
But recently, I’ve become legitimately
Faced with the validity of loneliness.
Before, though I embraced the idea,
I didn’t know this solitude I now abhor
A distinct realization I cannot ignore
Mustn’t forget the destination of life,
Strife left behind, pressing forward,
Pushing toward a destiny I’ve chosen
Not frozen in depression or lack of
Understanding, or obsession, nothing
To facilitate failure, or too demanding
Causing to fall or depreciate growth.
Be true to my goals, that is my oath.
People I did not expect, appearing
But this fearing sensation gnaws
Across an open plain of my doubt
My trust in a draught, waters lost
Which were meant to cleans, tossed
In scrum by my previous friends.
I may be mistaken not all are devious
But their neglect has left me shaken
Lost respect, and now forever done
Resigned to being happy here, alone.
Listen to me read this poem below!
