Crazy

I thought people were so dramatic for feeling lonely,

I thought loneliness was just a transition,

I thought it wouldn't last.

It did.

Every second I had to deal with that feeling,

the loneliness that crawls back quietly.

Feeling numb was not the problem,

feeling stupid was for another crazy reason.

Feeling lonely was not the only problem.

Mad don't you think?

This whole world spins for a different kind of reason,

not the one I was hoping for.

A metaphor don't you see?

This poetry is for the crazy,

the mad, the clumsy, and the hazy.

Lonely?

I am not lonely, 

for I am made of earth, 

yet I am crazy.