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.
