A "poor me" poem called "Loneliness"

6-4-09
Loneliness

days like this i lose myself
in the cloud of loneliness
i swim in
and the tears steam down my face
like miniature rivers
i know i'm not alone
that this
this awful feeling
is what connects us
makes us human
but i take no comfort in that
i cannot feel the millions of hands
searching for mine
nor the voices crying out
to be heard
by someone just like me
i'm trapped by my awful self-obsession
consumed by it
as it eats me alive
til i'm nothing more than
bone
that one day
will rot
til i bleed into the earth
and become nothingness

copyright 2009 Katherine Andrews