Lonely Poem by Drew Zoromski

He sits alone in his room, from morning to night.
He doesn't do much except work harder,
Be smarter; do better, even though it might
Not even be good enough because it rarely is.
He knows and accepts that God loves him,
He grasps the gravity of His sacrifice,
But there is a certain emptiness within,
A longing for a relationship, a friend.
Every day he feels even more out of touch
And the distance widens the wounds.
Maybe he over romanticizes pain too much
Or maybe it‘s the loneliness that pushes the pen.
It doesn't matter as he spirals even faster,
Escape seeming more like a dream then a reality.
If only he would get help before it becomes a disaster,
But this is wishful thinking at best.