lonely communications
By: Bradley Sachse
Tags: Life, Poem, Loneliness, Poetry, Love

i really don’t want to talk to anyone

well i do, but my efforts equate to none

because i find that i can’t talk to strangers

when i’m feeling like i’m in emotional danger

there is a pretty girl standing here at the shop

and suddenly all my lacking confidence drops

every cell of my body hopes she won’t talk to me

walk near me, point near me, or even look towards me

instead i want to turn and run like a gun

but then i’ll only stand out like the bright sun

and that’s the opposite of what i am trying to achieve

so i walk straight ahead and my heart bleeds

maybe we don’t talk to people for the same reasons

reasons that don’t vary from season to season

we’ve got a low self-esteem

we don’t think that we can look clean

unconfident in our ability to hold a conversation

hearts thrashing around like a new medical compilation

i just don’t want to embarrass myself

but then again, that requires not being myself

she’s a pretty girl but what if she be dating

hating

faking

maybe even playing

a massive fear of countless rejections

feeling my heart go through innumerable palpitations

i can’t even look at her so i just look straight — heartbreak

it seems once again i am avoiding my chosen fate

society is more toxic than a lion’s den

cause people only care when it benefits them

and that has got to be the completely worse kind of sin

but it’s just a by-product of the capitalist utopia we live in

the more i try to talk the more i fail

as every attempt withers and pales

like a dying flower on its last legs of life

or a heart stabbed straight through with a knife

and every person that i can’t talk to

the less and less i want to talk, and so

i retreat into my sheltered cocoon, more and more

my mind is blank, and my cold heart sore

perhaps this results from societal ignorance and apathy

a lack of sensitivity that drives us to insanity

a level of toxicity beyond that of any natural source

and yet there fails to be even a flash of remorse

society is broken for the socially uninclined

our emotions stripped bare and our minds mined

it was built by the extraverted for the extraverted

but now people just ignore the quiet introverted

there is a girl standing over there, she is beautiful

eyes prettier than the leaves in the autumn fall

except she hates everything about the way she looks

from her face to her waist, to her legs to her chest

and she was taught to by society, taught to by the book

she suffers from low self-esteem

because doesn’t understand that she’s pristine

that she is absolutely wonderfully flawlessly beautiful

and so, i find me falling for her while she just continues to fall

this is the sad picture of global reality

why can nobody hear our constant pleas?

it’s because we are too covered in social debris

and so, we just stand there, silent and lonely

fearful that we’ll never achieve holy matrimony

and our trust becomes something we never give away

watching our lives turn grey and our minds sway astray

we stand alone in a corner of silence

hiding from the timeless tyrant of shyness

any defiance becomes compliance, an alliance with reliance

as we fall tragic pray to our biological science



this is not the life that we dream of

our lives fall into a labour of love

a mismatched criss-crossing of time

i feel like i will never find someone to be mine

our society so fucking ill-fated

unintentionally forcing the introvert to be underrated

abandoned in the night like a child at the orphanage

standing there with an utter absence of courage

my silence is damning

my brain keeps on spamming

the thoughtless thoughts of a mindless mind

with nobody left in our entire fucking world to find

the pretty girl ain’t there anymore

i have no damn clue what i do this for

all i ever do is stand on my own

pretending to be consistently checking my phone

life is like the water, dripping away

splashing across a dangerous icy motorway

the epitome of a complete disappointment

everything is like a feral fly in the ointment

i’m just alone and i feel like i will be forever

the day i find true love appears to happen never

my mind’s in a constant state of damn denial

as i dream of the day I will walk down the aisle



but dreams are different to our reality

for one turns me into an escapee

dancing and prancing from the truth that hurts

meanwhile society pushes me to the outskirts



For the truth that hurts is that i am alone

always falling and falling as the wind comes a-blowing

so i’ll just stay here silently and quietly in the corner

alone, unable to even raise a puny murmur

but i’m fine guys

don’t worry about me

i’ll be right here where you left me

on the brinks of our society

Lonely Raindrops

BY Bradley Sachse

Hi everyone, I really hope you enjoyed this poem. I spent and absolutely huge amount of time writing it. As such it would really mean a lot if you could give me any tips and suggestions, as I am always looking to improve my writing. Your thoughts as well aha. I actually spent a large brunt of writing this in bunnings cause we were out, so that was fun.

Thanks for reading and stay safe

Brad