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"Solitude's Grip"
by Max PhineasI always end up sitting alone
Though surrounded by people,
I talk to no one
Solitude grasps me in its horrible shell
I try to break free, but my attempts tend to fail
Maybe it is meant to be this way
Perhaps I am supposed to live life on my own
But somehow I feel as though Im missing out
On a friendship, a bond, with another person
In time I will see if I ever become
A friend to someone in need of a friend
Or a companion to someone in need of a talk
Or if I will remain all alone in the end
11/25/2004 Author's Note: Yes, I have many an emo day...
Posted on 11/29/2004
Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shonda Creemer on 11/29/04 at 04:03 AM This one hit so close to home. "Solitude grasps me in its horrible shell I try to break free, but my attempts tend to fail" ~ it was as if you were reading my thoughts. At least I know that I am not alone. How ironic is that? Thanks for the read.
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| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 11/29/04 at 06:22 AM Cole, the title to this poem drew me to it right away. Reading it reminded me of bygone days where I was shuttered within myself.
~~ Kyle Anne |
| Posted by Kenneth Lau on 11/30/04 at 09:21 PM I completely identify...great poem |
| Posted by Holly H Dunne on 03/13/05 at 07:33 PM i was thinking exactly the same as shonda. you have a very clear and competant style, im digging around in your library and really enjoying what im reading, mainly becasue i can relate to pretty much all of it. |
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