Alone is a terrible pace by Dorian BlackThe preponderance of thought has long since burdened my mind.
All the while I have been searching to find it;
A place to hang my weary head away from my gallows.
Pendulous motions reciprocating the gravity of this compendium,
a mocking motion, self wrought from the empty theory of my own human conditions.
Alone is a dangerous state. I find myself in this plain in which my loneliness
fornicates with my imagination to spawn this philosophic ideology of my angst
riddled melodramatic symphony. Loudly the notes seek out your ears,
and the message may or may not be clear, however, you do know there is a message
and if maybe you could listen closely enough you could find yourself
surrounded by some iridescent dreamland facade.
Alone is a dangerous place to sleep.
Bastardized by the moonlight and enveloped by comfort sought in a body pillow.
Idealism states that if I can tell myself that this lump of cotton is my companion
then I am not ....Alone.
Alone is a terrible place for me. I am in need of saving, but superheros are another topic completely. 11/30/2011 Posted on 11/30/2011 Copyright © 2025 Dorian Black
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Jody Pratt on 01/27/13 at 04:25 PM Excellent through and through, and relate-able. |
Posted by George Hoerner on 03/15/17 at 06:27 PM I've been alone most of my life even when I was in a crowd. Yes, definitely a self made condition Started when I was around seven and my parents were divorced. |
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