Black, Dark, Lonely and Cold

Loneliness is a disease.

Sitting on a rusted iron frame bench,

the wooden slats sagging with age,

I look around me and take it in.

 

My deteriorating seat is resting on

a decaying pier, overlooking an

expanse of black water that goes

on for as far as the eye can see.

 

There is no shore in sight on any side

and behind me, where the foundation

should be, I find that I am floating on

this motionless lake, slowly going nowhere. 

 

I rise from my decomposing perch

and I listen to the sound of silence,

or the absence of sound that seems

to fill the thick air that threatens to choke me.

 

The oppressive darkness surrounds me,

closing in on me.  I look to the sky to

see the stars have all burnt out and the

once brilliant moon has run away to hide.

 

Nothing to light my way.

Nothing to lead me to somewhere,

anywhere that is not here.

 

I turn around and watch as my

rusted refuge falls through the pier,

breaking apart my makeshift raft,

leaving me unbalanced and even more alone.

 

Nothing to lean on,

No one to rely on,

I spread my arms wide

in an attempt to maintain

my position, trying not to fall

into the dark and lonely water.

 

No one around to hear my scream

that produces no sound, I wobble

and tumble into the cold dark water.

Forgetting to fight.

 

If I only hand a hand I could reach for,

an ear to hear my screams,

a friend to help me,

 

I would not be drowning

in this cold dark water,

dying alone.

 

Author's Note

I would like serious input on this one. I have been working on it for a while (3 years or so)

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

beautifully written. an excellent accomplishment in articulating loneliness. it isn't a subject to be taken lightly, i believe it took you three years to complete. i can relate to this because i suffer from depression. your words touch my feelings of despair when i am depressed. it's good you express your emotions through art. it brings some solace to unburden yourself. remarkable imagery as well.

[Harley (arbiter)]

This was Great! Reminds me of my "someone who cares " Great job

[Destinyxi]

Nothing to lean on,
No one to rely on,
I spread my arms wide
in an attempt to maintain
my position, trying not to fall
into the dark and lonely water.

I really like that part. 3 years? I have never ever worked on something for so long, dang. It's a good poem, good description, nice meaning behind it. I have no complaints. :)