"Alone"

This is a poem I wrote over 10 years ago, but it seems somewhat fitting at this particular moment - albeit, a bit overly dramatic. Let's just say I'm glad the holidays are finally over. It's just been a little bit too quiet in my apartment & rainy outside for my liking.

There is a feeling

you will never understand

until that moment when

it creeps upon you,

slowly manifesting itself

into every vein of your body.

"Loneliness" is not its name,

for the torturesome blow it deals you

bruises far darker,

cuts far deeper, and

leaves you far more empty.

Alone.

A sensation you feel

in your nerves

in your heart

in your tears.

Your chest, weighted down

from the heavy burden;

Your arms, hang level with your knees

because they have

no body

to wrap around.

It is the sense that

God

doesn't believe you are

worthy anymore

and refuses to admit

your existence.