The Party

The room was full to the brim

There was no space to stand in

Each person crowded and squished thin

And I was alone.

The walls breathed with a steady beat

There was no where to take a seat

The edges of my mind started to eat

While everyone else fasted with limited happiness

My mind was out of its head

I walked around and felt half-dead

People screaming crying shouting

Laughing chittering pouting

Bantering talking gawking in an outing

That hit my inside

I tried to hide in the corner

But isolation ostracized me

Putting me in a place I didn’t want to be

The first time

Sadly, this isn’t a new rhyme

It’s an old clock ticking

Drowned out by the crowd

I don’t say anything aloud

Because sadly, what I see

Isn’t really in front of me

My head’s holding a party without my consent

People came and go and return then went

To the Denny’s on the street

My feet beneath me are bare

I don’t care

It’s just too loud for me to think

Maybe if I took a drink

Of water

This wouldn’t bother me so much

I can’t be touched or rushed

But I want to be

So I’m sorry you weren’t invited

We won’t be reunited

In hindsight it

Was a better decision 

***

I apologize for the quality of the drawing. I am a poet, not an artist. As I’m sure many of you have experienced, this uncertain time has started to prey on my thoughts. I am left alone too much with the constant stimuli my head relentlessly produces, and my new schedule is not strong enough to keep it at bay. I’ve found it increasingly difficult to stay positive recently, but I do hope that this is only because of what currently affects my world. It’s never healthy to be alone with your own thoughts, for that’s what drives people mad in the end. Never circumstance, but their own minds turned against their souls.