As I sit here all alone, trying so hard to soak my pain in, suddenly, it all turns into sheer, pure irony!
And as the colors and holes of the bowling balls frolic around so happily in my exhausted mind, I am reminded of the ignorance and sadness of human beings; how pitiful they can be...
Therefore, instead of writing a short poem about the pain I feel and how alone I am, I decide to revert to irony, hoping that it could somehow have the power to lift these shadows away from my weeping heart!
How little is our realization of how lucky can be,
And how unlucky we really are!
How sad it is to need some closeness,
While closeness remains so far!
How ignorant we are of our blessings,
Until they walk us by!
How much we want to live the moment,
Yet then we say goodbye!
How much value we place on friendship,
Then we end up alone!
How invisible we think we are,
Though we're only flesh & bone!
The colors of the bowling balls haunt me, and I realize the intensity of this ache...
I listen to my music and, just like a fragile piece of glass, I break, break and break...
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