by Altana

Reaching,
for life.
Anyone,
willing to listen.
To talk.
To be.
But I remain.
Alone,
but for
my shadow.
My thoughts.
Not even the phonies
come near me.
They are too
caught up
in their own
superficial worlds
where the words
that come
tumbling
out of their mouths
glint in
the false light.
Not even
the words
of guile
and insolence,
come near me now.
They stay
away,
repelled,
by the reality
that hangs
about my shoulders.
More weight
to bear.
I sit shrouded
by the misconceptions.
Meanwhile,
I’m just so
damn
lonesome.
You see.