To Be Alone, Unintended

it’s a strange experience

but there are times

alias…. dark moments

void of joy

I find myself adrift

in a sea of loneliness

lost, I cannot comprehend….

this Enigma

spaghetti in my head

that mere reason cannot


….even compensate

a weeping from within

some fundamental betrayal

of trust

of love

devoid of feeling

an overwhelming hurt

cold against my soul

to be alone, unintended

Left…. like dry peas on a self

perhaps forgotten!

aware, so much aware

of the impending…. Use by Date


Thatcher Doran

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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