"MORE POETRY FOR THE LONELY"

I think I’ve run out of sedatives

just to numb the pain within.

I know, they can be addictive,

but I can’t deal with my feelings.

These days, they can be overwhelming.

So, what do I do now?

My ideas are also running dry.

What if my inspiration’s about to die?

What do I write about?

I suppose it’s time for more poetry

especially for the lonely.

Let the rhymes describe this agony,

even when the reason is nowhere to be.

Will I be able to silence

these annoying thoughts

demanding (for) my attention?

I guess I’ve invited too many ghosts in.

Now my Isolated Castle’s getting too crowded.

For now, poetry’s all I have.

Hopefully, it’s not the only one left.

I need to get them all out of my head,

before my sanity’s completely crushed to death!

R.

Jakarta, September 2020