Poem: “Solitary”

Ever have the feeling that you’re
the last person on earth?

This isn’t it.

Then , there is excitement
There is abandon
There is freedom

Now, alone is alone.
It is hard to escape your headspace.

Most people you look through
Most people don’t know you are suffering
Most people don’t realize
You wish you were the last person on earth

But really you feel nothing
And you wonder: how can nothing suffer?
You look through those around you

Your eyes can’t meet their own
They’ll see
They’ll know
And the lights they will blind
They turn the world a strange
sort of peach colored yellow

And you’re so numb you can’t feel
But if you don’t feel
why do you suffer?

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