by Joan Serratelli
My Mom always said
I was a loner
but I needed
I have always feared
Nobody understands this
they say that everbody
needs some space
but I need to know
that someone is here
to keep me company
When I get up
in the morning
I try to keep myself busy
I try to be quiet
lonliness gets the best
and I want to wake everyone up.
I wish I weren't like this
I wish I could learn to be
but old habits
I came into this world
and alone I will go out
I guess I'll stay
Alone in a crowd!
Author's Note: I HATE BEING ALONE!
Posted on 02/26/2009
Copyright © 2021 Joan Serratelli
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 02/26/09 at 05:52 PM|
I love being alone as much as I love being with friends. The two frames of existence seem to spare with each other for attention. I need the time alone to let my mind fly. When it does with people around I take the chance of being locked up.
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/27/09 at 02:35 PM|
I love solitude. It's soft and safe.
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/27/09 at 04:13 PM|
...joan, a lot is SAID of being alone; that it's a good thing, balderdash, call it quiet time or yada yada...C.S. Lewis writes in The Inner Ring (1944) ...'it's is so nice to be alone one a saturday, but it's not nice if you are alone because no one cares.'... TOUCHE, elizabeth, george, et al. mean that rhetoric of 'good to be alone' in a choice-way...move over in that canoe, gal i'm just the way you say you are in this work...me and you paddlin' away...good, healthy write, joan.
|Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/28/09 at 04:08 PM|
i so understand this! i, too, hate to be alone. and yet, i spend most of my day in complete solitude until i go to work. and even then, i see everyone else laughing, sharing jokes, making plans to get together later. and yet, i just can't make myself go over and join in. even at home, when everyone is here, i am silent, listening, watching, but not really participating. but i still hate to be alone!
|Posted by Megan Langley on 03/01/09 at 10:06 PM|
I can totally relate to this poem! I sometimes stay at work far later than I should just because I don't want to go home to an empty house (day after day after day).
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/03/09 at 12:44 AM|
... ah, to the aloneness... I live in this land as well....