third wheel

That proverbial “third wheel” syndrome
a companion in solitude

haunts the poet’s heart

- a feeling that clings like shadows
                …never quite shaken off.

In crowded spaces, they feel distant
a shaman stepping back from the scene
a witness to love’s tender embrace
while longing stirs like the wind.

With each verse penned, they mark the ache
attempting to erase the alienation
                  ….finding solace in ink
crafting lines that bind their solitude
transforming isolation into art.

But in the quiet of the night
a realisation dawns, unexpected: 
solitude, once a shadow, becomes a sanctuary.

In the stillness, strength emerges

an epiphany: the poet finds

contentment in their own company

discovering unique paths for a third wheel to trek.

Reviews

[Perdition]

Your theories are a true testament and your philosophy a rare fruit designed to be plucked. This sir is quite the poem and how I do agree. Perhaps not as entirely but then our unique madnesses as poets are always a different door to each. Praises...deep praises for each remarkable line and hopes that others join me in this incredibly inspiring share. Once more great wishes for this coming year and as well keep writing as your gift is most needed and appreciated here~