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Loneliness​

A poem

By Alex GuerreroPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
Photo by Sasha Freemind on Unsplash

physically it fucking hurts

emotionally it burns

but I constantly feel so stuck

in the elevator that is my mind and while it has turbulence.

side to side, up and down, crumbling.

I shout the words "STOP", even for the millionth time but it continues.

I don't know what to feel or how to feel

I just know I feel alone

And it's despair comes so viciously.

lashing invisibly around my neck

like I'm sitting in the middle of a sound proof room.

I'm writing this because I'm lonely while doing so.

Bored, bleh, bleh this, bleh that, ferocious.

but it isn't boredom.

It's the need for someone to just run up to me in this darkness,

put on a flashlight while they're at it

and tell me that there is hope

and I will be okay until it's too late.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Alex Guerrero

Filmmaker

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