The Cave

Alone.

Upset with myself.

Dead phone,

Alone.

No way to get out

And find some selfish catharsis.

No way to go and be with

Somebody

Who I can talk to.

Nowhere I can go

Where I'll be able to sleep

Without feeling this guilt.

Stuck here.

With nobody

But myself

And my thoughts,

A horrible disquietude.

I feel like a failure.

And i cannot shake the feeling

So that I can go to bed,

And feel ok.

Just a tiny, small bit

Of ok.

I don't need to feel

Normal-ok.

Just enough to close

My weary eyes,

Red-rimmed from the selfish sobbing

Of my failures and shortcomings.

I just want to sleep

Until I can go out of this

Little cage.

I need to talk to someone.

In person.

Quietly.

I need some faint notion

That I'm not an idiot.

Alone,

I get a funny perspective.

And when I'm upset,

Alone

Is not a good place to be.

Where is your catharsis

When you need him?