Alone

I suffer a solemn
emptiness in the absence
of your presence.
I ponder deeply of your
whereabouts and
recent endeavors.
I become curious about your
well being and mental state.
I wonder if you're happy
where you are....
What did I do to make you go so far?
I sometimes wonder...
If there's something I could say
to make you come back...?
to make you stay...?
Is there something I can do,
to help you breathe?
Why do the ones I love most..
always leave?
Do I cause you to feel boxed in?
Could I,
Could I possibly be... a toxin?
Do I unknowingly
secrete some type of venom?
While assuming
that I'm some type of phenom?
Why is my company so unwanted?
My opinion...so overlooked?
My feelings...so disregarded?
My love...so undermined?
My words...so misconstrued?
My works...so unappreciated?
My mind...so..so..so misunderstood?
Or maybe...
Im making assumptions.
Building cases
of wild accusations.
Settling into my
hidden insecurity.
Struggling to maintain my
emotional stability.
In utter denial of my
reality.
I'm afraid to be alone.