Poem: The Inertia of Loneliness
A poem about the ever remaining feeling of loneliness, fear of perception, and the struggle to make friends-- even if it's self-inflicted.
It’s the looming glint of tired, Sighing softly from your eyes While your roommates laugh aloud. It’s the image of others' well-being Plaguing your mind as you attempt Something nice to dream about. But you peel flower petals, Letting each piece fall to the ground, Wishing they were friends. Something tells you otherwise, Like connections being severed Even before you can meet. A thing that requires you to jump At the notion of holding hands And reading each other’s brains. Because while you’re stuck Wishing you were invisible every Time you step outside your house. There are other wandering eyes, Wondering if they can meet the gaze Of a wonderful new friend. Yet, disappointed by the wilted Flower petals as you look vacatedly To the other side of the street.