The more time I spend
With other people whether
They’re strangers or friends
The more I feel alone –
These people, these activities
They’re only distractions
To keep my mind off
How alone I feel –
There’s no one to help me
No one to make it all better
It’s in my head and
I have to fix it
Because I created this problem –
I created all the sadness
And anger and loss –
Yes, I’ve felt pain
And trauma from others
But they didn’t allow it
To stew and fester within –
I did that –
I am the architect of my own hell
And I will be its destroyer –
But I don’t know how
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 