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Posted October 21, 1997 by Tim Wells in Poetry

Lonely – A Poem

There are worse things than lonely
I tell myself tonight
but at the end of this tunnel
I see no shining light
the weight of my heart
pulls me like a stone
I feel so empty
so completely alone
even if I wanted to
I couldn’t shed tears
here in the dark
consumed by gnawing fears
I just want to sleep
and dream of better times
when there will be a light-hearted tone
to my muses and rhymes
but for now I’ll smile
and put on my daily disguise
I’ll laugh
and hope the pain doesn’t show in my eyes
I’ll be the person people expect me to be
and if I keep telling myself
maybe someday I’ll believe
there are worse things than lonely

~ TW ~

Tim Wells

Dad, husband, gamer, blogger, geek. Not necessarily in that order.