Loneliness
A Rambling, Questioning Poem
A Rambling, Questioning Poem
As I sit alone, Sitting by myself, Solitarily, I ponder, I wonder, Is this loneliness real? Or am I just Feeling sorry for myself?
Sitting all alone After experiencing extreme loss, The death of someone close, I monetarily question, Would anyone miss me, If I got in my car and drove, Never coming back? How long would it take? For someone to realize I was gone? A day? A week? A month? I decided to not find out.
My loneliness results from Missing lost people. Loneliness from grief, Loneliness from loss, Loneliness from losing specific people. It worsens in a crowd, Can worsen anywhere there are people.
I miss people who were my connections. They were my tethers to life; My roots, my family, my ground to stand upon. My best friend and my mother, Both are gone. The loneliness is heavy But is this loneliness real? Or is it actually self-pity? After all, I am still here, I am still alive. I have things to offer this world, And I will get up and offer them, Loneliness or not.
~~ Rhonda Marrone 8/2021
Be Open Says;
So pleased to present you 1 of Be Open Golden Stories created by: I. Trudie Palmer
Approved by Be Open’s Editors: A Shayens Abran & Rhonda Marrone
