Third Wheel Poem by Fred Rik Kesner

'third wheel'


That proverbial "third wheel" syndrome,
a companion in solitude,
lodges in the poet's heart,
a feeling that clings like ivy
on a stone wall,
never quite shaken off.

In crowded spaces, they feel distant,
like an observer through a fogged glass,
detached from love's tender embrace,
while longing stirs
like autumn leaves in the wind.

The poet walks through bustling streets,
the noise of conversations blending
into a distant hum,
the scent of blooming flowers
mixed with city smoke,
creating a sensory tapestry
that enhances their isolation.

With each verse penned,
they mark the ache,
attempting to erase their alienation,
finding solace in ink,
crafting lines that intertwine
with their solitude,
transforming isolation into art.

But in the quiet of the night,
a realisation dawns, unexpected:
solitude, once a shadow,
becomes a sanctuary.

In the stillness, strength emerges,
an epiphany:
the poet finds contentment
in their own company,
discovering unique paths
for this third wheel to follow.







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