Alone Poem

This poem was inspired by feelings running through my mind when I came home from Iraq. My father passed away two months after I returned home, and I was going through a divorce. I was feeling as if I was losing everything and that my life was possibly also going to be cut short. I sometimes feel like I will be alone when I die, without friends or family. Just me being led out of this life by my father.

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My friends know me as a person who makes them smile. If I don't say anything, they question me. It sucks. Behind the laughter or smiles I give people, I am never gonna tell them how I feel....

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Be Silent With Me

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Published: December 2012

I walk on a path deep in a forest and the noise of loneliness fills my head.
I think of all my friends and family that are long since dead.

I listen to the wind blow through the trees, on my face I can feel the warm summer breeze.
My breath deepens and my heart slows as I fall to my knees.

I hear their voices loud, I hear their voices clear.
I can see their faces through every tear.

Be silent with me.

I realize I am alone and there is no one with me.
Is this I wonder, how my whole life will be?

I have people I call friends; but how many will be there till the end?
When death comes knocking at my door; will there be someone there I can call my friend?

I can feel the blood flowing through my veins.
I can hear a loud thunder in my head accompanying sharp pains.

Be silent with me.

Where am I? There is nothing here I recognize.
Trees begin to blend with bushes, I can not trust my eyes.

I am feeling a sense of loneliness like never before.
I wish I had someone to talk to, as I clutch the forest floor.

I find myself wanting to tell someone of all the things I feel.
How the only thing I ever wanted was a friend that was real.

I never thought it was too much to ask for, someone to treat me the way I treat them.
So many people have a warped understanding of the meaning of friend.

I can hear the sweat pour from every pore of my being.
I can hear everything, even the most distant birds singing.

Be silent with me.

I feel my thoughts slow as if I were on the edge of sleep.
I struggle to make sense of these feelings that are running so deep.

I roll onto my back and look up at the sky.
Today I think, is a beautiful day to die.

A random thought I can not explain.
Is it I wonder, because I feel no more pain?

I no longer hear the faint sound of my heart beat. 
Then I hear the sound of my fathers voice saying, come, be silent with me!

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  • Alejandra Gomez by Alejandra Gomez
  • 2 years ago

My friends know me as a person who makes them smile. If I don't say anything, they question me. It sucks. Behind the laughter or smiles I give people, I am never gonna tell them how I feel. Every SINGLE day I put on a "fake" smile. I don't care. The reason I put on a "fake" smile is because of my old fake friends. They lied to me and bullied me. I just want people to see the real me, but I guess they will never see because it is easier to fake a smile than explain why you're sad.

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