Tuesday Poetry: No Escape

I find myself hating everything
No desire to do anything
I don’t want to prep food to cook
Or read a book or watch TV
I just want to walk around and never stop
Just wander to a new place
I’ll eventually hate because
I’ll meet new people but
Never connect with them
I’ll never really know them
They’ll never really know me
And I’ll still be alone
That’s why I never leave
Why go somewhere new to feel alone
When I can feel alone right here
It always happens this time of year
I think of my achievements but
Even they aren’t impressive
Not memorable –
Not much is memorable about me

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.