There are so many words that wrack my body.
They come to mind.....an endless flow
And I cannot staunch them no matter how hard I try.
Desperation, isolation, desolation.
I am desperate, starving for attention and yearning.
I reach out and touch.
But will that touch ever be reciprocated? Back to its source of fuel?
I am isolated. So lonely and far away from the world.
Sitting all alone on a warm Friday night, I sit in my own corner
while the rest of the world parties it up.
Drunk with their own stupidity and raucous laughter,
I sit sober. Way down low. Everyone else is way up high.
Will anyone come down to the edge of the atmosphere?
Reach over and join my party of one?
Or wil everyone forget?
And by the time someone remembers,
it'll be way too late.
And I'll be floating off in the deep night sky.
Gone off.
No matter how hard you call and scream and beg and plead,
I can't come back.
You're too late.