Poets Get Lonely Too

In isolation
With just a pen and paper
Wishes express themselves in letters
Sometimes it gets monotonous
Words aiming at no one in particular,anonymous
Yet with hopes to catch a listener
But the world's deaf and cold
Poetry seems the only thing to hold
But she's too abstract
A faceless tempter of the brethrens
Forcing vague utterances out of my soul
Why is no one listening?
Maybe trophies would comfort
With just one to my name,mine's even worse
DU promised a new avenue to make friends
At the end
I've succeeded to make amends
From optimism to outright hopelessness
There are no friends here
Just sad souls with similar fears
A cacophony of voices yelling out in unison
All calling for attention
All getting thesame response
Few reads and few comments
And that's where it ends
Then we remain in the darkness
Making words rhyme my favorite madness
Same sadness over and over again
The more I write,the more I want to write
And eight hours' a long time to wait
Before releasing the other demon
Right now they're twisting and turning within
Ramming against my mind with a fury I can't control
Its just me and them alone
No other has a clue
Or maybe some do
Anyways,poets get lonely too