A Lack of Comfort

Nice work

All around me someone is loved, and loving someone else,
While I rest in armchair complacency, quiet and hidden away,
From the decay of failed companionship and wasted time.

^^^This sounds so very sad.....I am sure you are loved, sweet girl...maybe not in the way you would want to (yet) but I am sure you are. You should read Gary Zukav's latest book called "soul to soul"in it he states that if you see love as something you can feel for the universe and all people as a whole, you will never feel unloved or alone again...nice thought, isn't it?

Beautiful poem btw, good flow, good words, meaningful message:)

*hugs*

5/5 Ingrid

You use a vaste vocabulary , but it's not impossible to understand . You also create a vivid image of what you're trying to portray , and it works out really well . Even though it doesn't rhyme , it seems to have a flow to it .. Which is rare in free verse poems . Fantastic job really , 5/5 .

Novalynnnn :], this poem really hit me when I read it. I could relate more than any other poem I've ever read, and you penned everything better than I ever could.

'The night envelopes my senses with its cold rain'

The amount of times I've sat indoors and watched the rain paw at the window, and the night's sombre and morose blackness encapsulates me and I get that sinking feeling when I don't want to be alone. That's just what I felt like when I read the first stanza, you've used striking imagery and poetic language to create that in my head. I can't think of anyone who could have done it better.

'In their syncopated jolts of electricity, I recognize I am alone.'

It's like you didn't stop all the way through the poem. It's not like you spoon fed the reader either, I mean 'syncopated', is marvellous.

'All around me someone is loved, and loving someone else,'

I don't know why, maybe it was because the language was so simple and strict here that it just struck me. I used to always feel like that, like, I was the only person in the world, everybody had somebody and I had nobody. This whole poem just paints scenes from my life when I've sat at the computer just mindlessly writing to get my mind off it. The 'armchair' complacency, as you've so put it.

'From the decay of failed companionship and wasted time.'

I've felt like all my past girlfriends have been just my own wasted time, and I pretend to everybody that I don't care, I don't want a relationship but there's that time of night when I just feel like I do. It's horrible because it just hits me. I've come to realise that this isn't even a poem comment, but a long ramble as to what it says to me.

I'm not gonna pick out anymore lines because the rest speaks for itself. You won the competition because your language was extraordinary, the word choice was flawless, and it struck me like no poem ever has. I'm not just saying that either. I'm probably one of the most honest people you'll find here.

Congratulations on the win, and this poem is going in my favourites. God, you genius :)

Please keep writing.

-Danny