Welcome to my world, a world of aloneness,

There are many reason for being alone—

Maybe you don’t like being around people

Or you’re sick with a deadly contagious disease.

Perhaps you want to live away, a hermit, so you

Can view life through undistorted lenses.

Being alone is often something that you choose,

Being lonely is not, because if it were, no one would be

Lonely.

And being alone is often almost always temporary

But being lonely can seem to drag on, day after day,

Forever.

I said I choose to be alone, but I say this for a reason

Because I don’t want to believe the truth—

The truth being that I am lonely, and not by choice.

Of course, I would probably choose to be alone, even if

I weren’t lonely, because choosing to be alone is better

Than having your so-called friends choose lonely for you.

© Copyright 2017 Abigail Burchwell

This is an excerpt from narrative poem fiction book I'm working on. So be sure to let me know what you think! Thank you in advance!

#lonely

#alone

#poetry

"I close my eyes only for a moment, and that moment's gone.

All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity.

Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.

Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea.

All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind.

Now, don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky.

It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind (all we are is dust in the wind)

Dust in the wind (everything is dust in the wind), everything is dust in the wind (the wind). "

The song brings tears to my eyes whenever I listen to it. Absolutely beautiful and absolutely true. When I die, I want this song to play at my funeral :) It defines my beliefs comepletely.

Tear open your rib cage,

suck out your feelings,

expose your naked self.

Break all rules,

let your thoughts soar

without boundaries.

Scrawl graffiti of life.

Pluck heartstrings

with symbolism.

Lie in bed and listen

to hammered ideas.

Experience without

struggling or flailing.

Break out

of your restraints,

bathe in frozen fire.

Allow the rumble

of poetry to mesh

with your shadows.

#StringingUpPoetry #Challenge #LetMeSeeYourInsides #SkinInTheGame

I keep forgetting to forget about you

your love tore my whole heart out

leaving it ground into flecks of sawdust

leavings strewn on the ground of my life.

I’m bleeding inside learning to survive

without your love and passion warming me

encircling me with what once was.

I tried to replace you but the new man

in my life looks like a clone of you

walks like you, talks like you, reminds me of you

raising the fear that he’ll soon be your twin.

How could you leave me, waking me up

from our warm bed to say goodbye as

you slung you suitcase over your shoulders

slammed the door and left me in shreds?

Tramping on to new horizons, you hike away

from me leaving my painful proclamation

“The last letters of lonesome spells me.”

#challenge @PainOfBeingForgotten #BleedingInside

Moon shields face

in ragged shrouds

Secrets crushed

by darkest clouds

diamonds lose luster

extinguishing light

sheltering my soul

umbrella of darkness

famine of the unknown

clamp of life’s torments

cacophony of moonbeams

dissonance of unseen love

spinning of onyx night

moon skin-deep in sorrow

entwined with filtered fog

eclipsed emotions

midnight blue thoughts

obscuring truths

moody night churns

moon gnashes teeth.

#concept of death @stream of consciousness