by Patt Paulos-Darrow
Thoughts rolling around in my head, never letting me rest.
Not knowing what I am feeling.
Why do I feel this way?
I am empty inside, feeling like something is missing.
Loneliness is closing in on me.
Overtaking my normally sensible thoughts.
I detest self-pity, but yet, here it is.
Staring me right in the face.
Bold as can be, for everyone to see.
I am losing this battle, what will I do?
Time to call someone about this.
There are some things best left to others.
Friends and family can only do so much.
I am alone, and will be alone forever if I don't do something.
Soon, I will handle it.
Hopefully not too late.
Yearning to feel free for the first time in years.
Then I can talk to Blair about it.
He will be here for me, I know this.
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