In Loneliness

Where you have no company but yourself, & you're not such fabulous company anyway.

Where tomorrow's needlessly long & yesterday's sharply bitter, although vague & barely there at all.

Where your breathing attempts awkward conversations with your heartbeat every once in a while, fails miserably & falls silent.

And when the monsters come out to play... I think you should pick on somebody your own size, you hear me?!

Do you hear me?

Father??
Save me...

Silently

"He was one of those to whom nature has given the desire without the power of artistic expression. He had been a dumb poet from his cradle. He might have been so to his grave, and carried unuttered into the darkness a treasure of new and sensational song............"
From "The Napoleon of Notting Hill" by G. K. Chesterton

Always felt that statement described me.
Aah... So lucky are the artists. The rest of us struggle silently.