Distant. Always.

A poem I wrote.


Distant. Always.


I had my guard up.

I raised my fists high.

I raged.


I was all alone;

There was no one to fight

But I fought til I was drained


I am all alone still,

Fists clenched at my sides,

No fight left in me.



My tears could fill oceans

Because nobody sees

Past my thrown out bored small talk


We touch base in computer keys,

No voice to set the tone.

Distant always.


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