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Post by phantasm on Feb 22, 2016 19:39:56 GMT -6
I am alone, but I do not feel lonely
Fulfillment bubbles up from within and I am content
For the moment, all is right in the world
Life is worth living
I do the good work that can only come from me
I will not stop until everything is what it needs to be
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Post by vulture on Feb 24, 2016 22:12:17 GMT -6
What "it" needs to be
I've yet to reach
that plateau
"It" changes
as the temperature
rises or falls
I can only continue to grow
upwards into the light
until I just don't
In any given maximum capacity hall
All my life I've been alone
I am the only one
that can be me
I have nothing
in common
with anyone
Unless
I'm on
this
poetry
forum...
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Post by anirbas on Mar 12, 2024 22:10:19 GMT -6
Bump.
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Post by artolmaeus on Mar 29, 2024 22:30:53 GMT -6
Sometimes, there are no coincidences. This is what I needed to read. That feeling, at first, very odd. You do know it, you have been there and gotten past it, many years before me. When every vulnerability you have is being called upon by unpredictable fates. Things do work out but, yet, you feel isolated. Sure, everyone is thanking you with words, but they have to do their own thing. Nothing wrong with it, but you, you cannot just do that. Despite reason, despite whatever has been done. You clearly know what needs to be done, what must be done and there is no one, no one to either stand in the way or distract you.
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