A Poem from the One Who Cried...

When loneliness feels like a tenant...

Yeah, I do write all these science and biological mysteries...

But some feelings don't fit into biology.

Loneliness is one of them.

So today, no explanations. Just a poem I wrote when I was going through it.

Here you go.

*Wale of a nightingale

Shattering dreams, shifting shadows, Darkness in cages and everything in between. I took two for a number, Now I’m become a member Of those who live for loss– Or am I just a piece of the puzzle? An experiment made to clarify all the hurdles?

The things I want are impossible scenarios; Those who claim to love just want a bite of the worth, So I’m lost and alone, though I have the biggest smile, I’m drifting apart from what I once felt was right.

And my best friend just won’t leave me alone, She must think I like living like a clone.

Tears dropping like rain– An adage for a monster The last time I admitted I was wrong, I ended up in a caged barn. I exist in a world where there’s neither right nor wrong, So why is it my fault that I’m stuck so deep in mud?

Hypocrisy like a drone covering my every track– I just want a piece of toast, So must I leave happiness to live?

Die, die, fellow monster, So I could die too– I need someone who walked this track To end up hurting and wounded too, So I can be sure I’m not being punished For wrongs I don’t know existed.

Tell me it’s just a pattern to wealth and many mansions Or maybe I’m the problem– My footsteps caused this pothole.*

Jessy says...

Sighs…

Yes, I wrote this in tears.

And I do know there are others who felt the same way too... maybe you couldn’t put it into writing...

If you're going through it too—you're not alone.

Drop a word in the comments. Or don't. Just know I see you.

Giddyap. 🌙