- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Closed Box
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I feel so alone,
And yet so very crowded in my own skin,
Once so talkative,
So very open to anyone who seemed to care,
Now oh so bitter and cold,
A cornered animal fending for its happiness,
Craving to be touched,
Wanting to be touched by no one,
One broken and closed soul,
Hurt too many times to count.
Either by past lovers or friends,
Not searching for anyone or anything,
Except for my own peace of mind,
Ripping numbers once dialed in boredom,
Pouring gasoline on all the bridges of my past,
Wanting nothing from the people who concealed their hatred of me,
Friends of convenience have no use for me now,
There are just too many back stabbing judgmental petty people out there,
I can’t find myself in this smoky room,
Do I really want to look myself in the eyes,
See what I have become,
A corrupted soul without pride,
I wondered this way for way too long,
What happened to my standards?
Was I really that desperate?
I made myself like you so I wouldn’t be alone,
The sad truth of it all is that I was always alone,
People have no use for me now,
And I have no use for them,
A closed box hiding my pain
Never to open again.
