Loneliness Poem by Christian Allen

My pen bleeds, my thoughts boil, my skin aches,
For tonight I am without you.
My mind ponders, shakes, and spins.

The odor of the Clorox on the tiles of the hotel,
Do nothing for my solemnest,
As I move to the toilet, I vomit.

Look what you’ve done to me love,
I am now dependant on you.
Is this the exchange we make for each other?

A knock,
Enter maid with a cheap haircut,
And an odor of cigarettes clinging to her blouse.
Can I get anything for you sir, she asks.

My eyes fix on her, blankly.
I cannot begin to expose myself,
So she leaves with a no.

The infected now moves to the sink,
Washes his face, and stares back at himself.
Ugh, I am disgusted with you sir,
For letting yourself go, or caring too much.

Though I wash my face,
Sweat still pours from my body,
So I throw my clothes on the floor,
And lie down,
The cold mattress is not welcoming,
And I think of the 30 bucks I spent.

As I lay, I feel empty,
My final thoughts before I drift to sleep,
Here I am, Come and take me with you.