Lonely Hearts,

like unread Library Books

want to spend time with me,

but I say, “No.”

There is a reason why

you are lonely


you are unread.

I don’t want to hear your story

I have my own to ponder.

The forgotten books of wisdom

are forgotten for a reason.

The great books

that aren’t read

aren’t great.

There is nothing sacred.

We can’t love, what doesn’t speak to us

I can, but…

the seconds are stolen from me.

People who don’t appreciate Poetry

are honest.

They are waiting for what poetry is supposed to do

The lonely heart knows, it’s them—

and this truth

hurts even more

than an arrow that pierces straight through.

They are angry, they aren’t read

and then,

they hate to spend time with themselves.

A good book can be read for hours…

I’m alone.

2 thoughts on “I’m Alone

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s