It’s quiet here, and I don’t mind
no need to talk, no need to find
a seat at every table set.
I’ve got my peace, no room for regret.
I’m not a puzzle missing a piece,
not waiting for the noise to cease.
I hear the world, I just don’t chase
the kind of love that needs a face.
Some nights are heavy, sure, I’ll say
but light still slips in anyway.
The walls don’t echo like they used to;
I fill them now with things I choose to.
I sleep alone, but sleep runs deep,
no tangled hearts to lose my sleep.
And when I wake, I stretch and smile
I’ve walked alone for quite a while.
Not broken, not bitter, just quietly free.
I’m alone, yeah
That’s okay with me.
About the Creator
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
By Lana V Lynx5 days ago in FYI
Comments (3)
Not broken, not bitter, just quietly free.… Gosh this was just perfect. Definitely feel this. It can be worse being with someone who doesn’t appreciate you and makes you feel even more alone than when you’re actually on your own. Great stuff.
Love this— relatable. Solitude isn’t a bad thing. Being alone is more peaceful than being with someone who makes you lonely. You said it all beautifully.
Captivating poem and well written.