finding alone is a sad place to be

~

I stand in the shadow of mistaken phrases,

finding alone is a sad place to be

Wandering tired of the names laid beside me,

closing these eyes, there is nothing to see

 

Where are the words that the others are reading,

what of my song, can the masses not hear

Firmly ignored as if blind to the reasons,

even if shouted, it never comes clear

 

What have I done to deserve this suspension,

pushed to the back of a line oh so long

Told to get lost in a voice made of gravel,

I didn’t know that each chapter was wrong

 

I merely read what the pens were creating,

offering praise, no regard for the time

Maybe a smile, is that too much to ask for,

misunderstood in the midst, of a rhyme

 

I have been told by a seasoned acquaintance,

give it your best, what’s the worst they can do

Make me feel small, in the way, quite unwanted,

you wouldn’t like if it happened to you

 

So, I will go, you can rest your mind easy,

there is no need to explore what I place

Laugh with your friends, as you point towards the exit,

all that I was you can quickly erase

~

Reviews

[Seriana]

Hum...very interesting. I enjoyed the way this read so smoothly. Your rhyming was quite nice. :) As to the content, there is hurt and disappointment here. The title itself drew me in. I expected something different, yet the same. "Finding alone is a sad place to be"...indeed it is. If there was one who's words have cut, shame be upon them. Glad I read this. Nicely done!

[willweb]

I am glad you read it as well. You know, some days don't pan out exactly as we would hope and poets re a temperamental bunch...often those bad days become poetry just to be able to get it out of us. Thank you again my friend. Your nice comments could make any bad day so much better.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I have found that some vibrations are too much for somber souls. They resonate and rub people the wrong way. They say things like you are too dark or self-destructive maybe clingy or needy. I have had people say I'm distant and unresponsive. I'm okay with that but there are those moments in the darkness when just a tiny spark makes a difference. This is sad but beautiful.

[willweb]

It is funny how the tiniest thing can turn a frown into a smile, even if only temporarily. Thank you for your kind comment.

[Nisreen]

I realized last night
Seldom are we ever alone
To think and wonder
Being alone is a state of mind

[willweb]

Even amongst crowds, some can feel alone. So yes, a state of mind. Thank you Nisreen.

[Nisreen]

Well
It only takes a good look around
No man is ever an island

[DIVYA]

I marvel at your ability to express your feelings with such fluidity of verses and words. It's like an artist possessing a paintbrush with every possible earthly hue. Just the other day, I was telling a friend how remarkable your imagery and compositions are. Never leave. You're an inspiration.

[willweb]

Thank you Divya. It is you who is the inspiration.

[DIVYA]

You are most welcome, my friend. Keep writing! 🙋‍♀️💐

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of literary disappointment. The public taste is a fickle beast. Booth Tarkington was widely read in the first part of the last century. Won two Pulitzers. Now, if you mention his name, people ask, "Who?"

[willweb]

Thanks so much and you are right..."never heard of him." : )