Alone
Driving through a concrete jungle, neighbours in cars, passengers on buses.
My mind numb from all the light.
My ear soaked with urban madness.
I close my eyes -
black, vast, darkness.
Finally, it’s just me.
A place where no one is responsible for how I feel,
what I say,
how I re-act.
I can think,
I can feel,
I can laugh,
at whatever I want to.
It’s my joke,
it’s my world.
I am the queen of the entirety,
the ruler of my own heart,
the owner of my emotions,
the solver of all my problems.
In this world,
it is I,
alone.
Eyelids flicker,
as I return to the reality of light and sound,
the reality of others.
I wonder,
how long before it’s just I,
alone,
forever?
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alotuslife
That was a cool poem. Well done.
thank you
I’ve been reading some of your compositions as well and I really like your style of writing.