"The Loner"
by Erick Pierce



The loner life.
It's quite alright.
I tend to it everyday.

What you see,
Is what you get.
That's all I have to say.

Hours pass.
Seconds fly.
Who am I to complain?

I play guitar.
I converse online.
Do you think I'm insane?

I wish you were here, it gets kind of dull.
I stare with a blank eye.
I sit alone, search deep in my soul.
Me, myself, and I.

I wonder aloud.
I think to myself.
Thoughts traversing this way and that.

The night has come.
I walk to my bed,
And snuggle up next to my cat.

Dreams fill my vision,
As I drift deep into sleep.
Sensations filled with pure color.

I wake up the next morning,
I remember nothing of my dreams.
Another day of nothingness, yet there is no other.

I wish you were here, it gets kind of dull.
I stare with a blank eye.
I sit alone, search deep in my soul.
Me, myself, and I.

I am not what you think.
I am what you think.
I am not what I say.
I am what I say.
Love me.
Hate me.
I am what I am.
I am the loner.