poetry — personal
Being Alone
A tragedy
…and now being alone causes infinite sorrow,
A ponderous torture known only to one;
Destroying her mind and corrupting her thinking
The joys of her earlier life have all gone.
Because double edged silences cut in her daydreams,
A mouthful of whisky, she screams at the one,
At the memory of days when she should have known better;
But that’s far behind her, the damage is done.
Now she’s caught in a trap she created with cruelty,
Discarding her friends, living only for one,
Being stronger than all whilst inside she was crumbling;
Being needed so much…now the tears start to run.
For the love she destroyed with her stupid insistence,
‘It doesn’t mean anything, you’re not the one.
I can live without needing that one special person.’
She was wrong, still she needs them;
The pain carries on.
© Cathie Bagley
Written about someone I used to know a long time ago. I hope they’re in a better place now.
