Alone Again


Her auburn curls were once piled high
Now they hang limply around her cherub face
And no one hears her quiet sigh
She’s just the wallflower, sitting in her usual space

Eyes focused on one across the room, looking awkward
At he who brought her here saying she looked so very nice
She’s since learned that he has won the ‘pig date’ award
Now hanging with the pretty ones, he hasn’t looked twice

It’s a wonderful night for a moon dance
The pleasant thought when she first awoke
So cruelly hoist on their antagonizing lance
Yes, she’s once again the butt of the joke

The deep resignations in her sighs
Belie the tears that sting her eyes

She takes a moment to gather her soul
All the million tiny pieces that shattered
Once again beyond her control
Not that she thinks it ever mattered

Locked in the bathroom, it’s her only refuge
It’s the only peace that she can find
Where she doesn’t feel like somebody’s stooge
The only place she can ease her mind

At times she thinks she hears the means to her end
And knows she’s far too close to its soothing call
It is all she’s got, to not let herself descend
Beyond the point where she feels nothing at all

Some days she fights to keep trying
Some days she feels more like dying

So numbed by the hurt that seems her fate
Against the odds, she stopped defying
The undue stress of those who berate
Each day it is less she finds herself crying

The personification of a silent scream
A switch is flipped with that last tear
As though awakening verse from dream
She emerges soul empty of all once held dear

Back to sitting quietly on the folding chair
Every pleat of silk carefully folded around her knees
But no one really knows or cares that she’s there
Behind thick lens her eyes stopped screaming silent pleas

For it is all such a familiar refrain
In a crowded room she’s all alone again


dVerse Poets Pub ~ OpenLinkNight | Week 64

7 thoughts on “Alone Again

  1. I’ve seen that sort of thing many times recently in TV sitcoms. Pig parties, or awards for pig dates, should be classed along with bullying..

  2. It’s a sad, sad world we live in, when cruelty is a game. Like Bob S says, you see it a lot on Tv these days. It’s considered sport to ridicule others. I’ve seen this coming for years.
    That said, this is an awesome bit of writing, Raivenne. You nailed the voice and the rhyme and meter are superb!

  3. totally echo what bob says..just terrible to make such jokes and make someone suffer so much…brought tears to my eyes..i so hope that she finds someone who tells her how beautiful she is..everyone is..we just have to see..

  4. ugh it is crowded loneliness….our lives are filled with superficial relationships and this is a a product…and i agree as well with it being a form of bullying….great spin ma’am

  5. There were a lot of things wrong with the backward, 1950’s-timewarp town I grew up in, but when I hear about things like this, I am glad to have grown up in a place where this would never have happened. Well written, my friend, but I’m sad that this rings so true.

  6. Not all acts of bullying are in your face confrontations. Often it is these less bold that are the most insidious and devastating to the victims. It seemed a fitting write considering October is “Anti-Bullying Month”.

    Bob, Charles, Claudia, Brian, Tigerbrite and GirlGriot – Thank you.

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