Ice-Box Poem by Ryann Blair

I’m so alone and chaos baffles me beyond comprehension.
This constant loneliness, is it me? Am I heartless and cold?
Or is from this callous world consisting of hate and cruelty?
Resulting in barriers of protection causing feelings of isolation and abandonment.
This seclusion, no one to turn to, if indeed I looked at all.
I’m on my own even when traveling through the most thunderous storms of all.
I wouldn’t dare show or tell I’m drowning, choking, or buried in over my head.
I burry bottle and hide away all my hurt and problems with fake strength and smile.
And day in and out I pray to god that these storms pass, and that it’ll all go away after a while?
'2013'