Lonely.

am I merely caught

- stuck -

longing to see

sights that capture me

yet I’ve become the hermit

trapped in my house

is it fear that keeps me here?

fear that I will once again

find friends that I love

that are no friends at all

instead I protect myself

within a place that’s safe

but instead of enjoying

flowers I grew myself

I twiddle my thumbs

scrolling the endless loop

trying to not feel empty

I crave the connection

and the motivation

spurned by something

other than my work ethic

but I’m too scared

to step outside

the safety of these walls

I quiet my soul’s call

numb the feelings as they drawl

stand up, try not to fall

do we feel this one and all?

empty caverns, feeling small

loneliness is what befalls

yet we still try to stand so tall

no, we’re fine.

not lonely at all.