Loneliness Poems
27. Spirit's Battle
by Kea Campbell
I've been looking for you, searching the pews.
Awaiting your voice to tell me what to do.
It's 3 in the morning and I can't feel a thing.
I’m fighting my demons, but on the cusp of defeat.
Weary souls can't catch a break.
We can't catch up; we are cursed by the snake.
Aching and yearning for the Devil's debate.
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For Loneliness
by John O'Donohue
When the light lessens,
Causing colors to lose their courage,
And your eyes fix on the empty distance
That can open on either side
Of the surest line
To make all that is
Familiar and near
Seem suddenly foreign,
When the music of talk
Breaks apart into noise
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63. All The Wrong Reasons
by Kea Campbell
If you were to ask why I wear a weighted vest, I would tell you it's in my best physical interest.
But on a deeper level, body dysmorphia screws with my head, and the lies I tell myself will one day have me dead.
They scream at me to put on the damn vest and don't stop until I can't take another step.
They scream at me to suck it up, so I trek until I inhale but can't seem to catch a breath.
If you were to ask why I'm always with someone, I would tell you that I love my friends and that comfortable silence is truly the best.
But on a deeper level, I can't be alone because of the ways I depreciate myself when there are no witnesses.
If I wake up alone, I rot in bed until it's someone else that might be negatively affected.
If I eat alone, I overindulge, just to come out of the bathroom with my eyes bloodshot and my cheeks puffy and red.
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Spotify Stalking
by Frangipani Rhett
I cried so hard last night
That I played a song on repeat
It was one I pulled from a Spotify playlist
That I want to assume is yours
It sounds like a lullaby
And I imagined you singing it to me
Telling me it'll be alright
And running your fingers down my face
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21. Saddling the yellow lines at 95
by Kea Campbell
Saddling the yellow lines at 95,
Hostage to the late-night drives.
Drowning in the thoughts that ask when I might die?
And if I die tonight, did I satisfy the world that hangs me out to dry?
Staying up most nights, wishing someone would call and ask:
"Are you alright?”, “How you been?”, “What's on your mind?"
I still can't testify that I am fine.
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63. All The Wrong Reasons
by Kea Campbell
If you were to ask why I wear a weighted vest, I would tell you it's in my best physical interest.
But on a deeper level, body dysmorphia screws with my head, and the lies I tell myself will one day have me dead.
They scream at me to put on the damn vest and don't stop until I can't take another step.
They scream at me to suck it up, so I trek until I inhale but can't seem to catch a breath.
If you were to ask why I'm always with someone, I would tell you that I love my friends and that comfortable silence is truly the best.
But on a deeper level, I can't be alone because of the ways I depreciate myself when there are no witnesses.
If I wake up alone, I rot in bed until it's someone else that might be negatively affected.
If I eat alone, I overindulge, just to come out of the bathroom with my eyes bloodshot and my cheeks puffy and red.
......
41. Peaks of mountains have the blessed of sights
by Kea Campbell
Peaks of mountains have the blessed of sights.
My heart dwells where there shan't know sunlight.
I am no lonelier than the unread writings in my cupboard.
I am no short of company, be it only mine and yours.
Wednesday 5 June 2024
36. It's that uncomfortable feeling
by Kea Campbell
It's that uncomfortable feeling of being all alone,
Yet surrounded in a room full of people you know.
Except you don't know them, and they don't know you,
So you put on a new mask, and now you have two.
Tuesday 14 May 2024
27. Spirit's Battle
by Kea Campbell
I've been looking for you, searching the pews.
Awaiting your voice to tell me what to do.
It's 3 in the morning and I can't feel a thing.
I’m fighting my demons, but on the cusp of defeat.
Weary souls can't catch a break.
We can't catch up; we are cursed by the snake.
Aching and yearning for the Devil's debate.
......
21. Saddling the yellow lines at 95
by Kea Campbell
Saddling the yellow lines at 95,
Hostage to the late-night drives.
Drowning in the thoughts that ask when I might die?
And if I die tonight, did I satisfy the world that hangs me out to dry?
Staying up most nights, wishing someone would call and ask:
"Are you alright?”, “How you been?”, “What's on your mind?"
I still can't testify that I am fine.
......
