One...and only.

One, alone in a room

I'm one now,

alone in my world of routine.

My mind is clouded and restless

a result of emotional inactivity.

I'm constantly arranging and rearranging,

a fruitless act of correcting wrongs that have no right.

This one bird

outside my window

never leaves,

he's always chirping or squawking

depending on his mood.

His mockery is palpable,

he's like my nagging reminder

of the awful truth.

This one constant,

my isolation,

proves a weight I can barely hold.

I'm told the worst thing

is the loneliness

but I say it's the wanting more.

..........

One, alone in a room

JM Scoviak, 19 Apr 2013