You’re Never Alone
Ask Yourself If You Are
It’s fun to be alone.
You only complain to yourself
about the ass that you are.
Then, you realize
you’re not alone anymore.
It talks.
You talk.
It doesn’t matter.
There’s talk going on
between you and yourself.
How is it fun, then, to be alone?
We’ve never been!
There’s someone else in there,
sharing the space,
sharing our life,
sharing everything else we think we’ve got.
What the fuck?
Don’t tell me that you
don’t mind it sometimes!
You try to shut it off.
It works sometimes.
It (let’s call it It) appeared
in my sleep,
in my dreams.
I knew It wasn’t me.
It was him.
The other me.
You know.
The one who types a lot.
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.