'' Being On Your Own '' Poem by Bri Mar

I sit by my phone,
Awaiting that tone,
Why in god's name won't it ring,
I really detest this being alone,
Just to talk is what I now cling.

I do converse,
When I feel terse,
But believe me I don't feel proud,
Perhaps I'd be better off in a hearse,
I wish I could say it out loud.

When you become aware,
There's nobody there,
You go into a state of sedation,
You ask yourself, does nobody care,
It feels like a life of damnation.

I once had a wife,
Who shared my life,
Then one day she up and left,
How the pain cuts like a knife,
Her death has left me bereft.

All those who attended,
Said we'll have you mended,
Their platitudes didn't mean much,
Now they're gone I feel offended,
Despite promises they have not kept in touch.

I wish they would see,
There are thousands like me,
Human beings just love interaction,
If only they'd talk it would set me free,
Society does need to take action.

What if I die,
How long will I lie?
Before I am finally found,
The very thought of it makes me cry,
What's left will be dumped in the ground.
Christmas time,
For most is sublime,
But for some no joy will be found,
Whether your young or in your prime,
Loneliness can be all year round.

For a friendly smile,
I'd run a mile,
So, from me please let it be known,
If you see me try to sit awhile,
It's soul destroying,

‘' Being On Your Own ‘'