Alone... Poem by Trevor Schulte

Standing in a room of people
feeling all alone
concealing this want
to be known
I yell at the top of my lungs
for me to be heard
Yet nobody listens to me
not one word
I'm barely breathing
at this stage
and there's nothing left inside
except this intense rage
Why do I walk this path
that wraps around and around
wearing this hole
into this familiar ground
This feeling continues to arise
unwilling to taste demise
but continually
blinding my hopeful eyes
I see so many people
digging their own ruts
all repeating the same question
of what
What will define me
make me into something more
what is it that will open
these sought after doors
What can lengthen my step
and broaden my views
pushing my hope
to make it through
If I could just toss this routine
into the abyss
I would feel like so much more
like I finally exist
As I continue to wander
my head starts to ponder
that maybe its my own self
that I continue to squander
Maybe if I could put my hopes
into something much larger
then my desires and dreams
would stretch much farther
Maybe my downcast eyes
should start to look up
and maybe to Him
I should pass my cup