Being Alone

A Poem Guy

Being alone is not dark skies and grey clouds,

It’s much emptier.

When I’m alone I hide in my covers,

Waste my life on my phone.

Hours and Hours pass shorter than the blink of my eye.

I see monotone, sure,

Or I feel empty,

But being alone is not all it’s cracked up to be.

It’s not like another world,

It’s this one with nothing.

Colours vanish, maybe,

Or I feel like my heart has sunk into my chest,

But I don’t do anything to change it.

I don’t seek people out,

Fear of rejection.

Maybe less a fear,

I’m not scared,

Just unmotivated,

Being alone is being without anything,

Even sadness.

I’m a tree with no leaves in the spring,

I’m a fish with no scales in the ocean,

A cut with no blood to heal it,

A virus without cells to clone it,

I

Am

Alone.