Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: loneliness

  • Poem: Curled – 03/07/21

    Poem: Curled – 03/07/21

    I lay myself away
    to sleep,
    rug myself up,
    curled,
    not a single peep,
    and rock, rock as though
    I’m in need of solace myself
    for it’s not often
    in my world I feel
    the need to cry out
    for help.

    Yet tonight seems empty,
    lonesome though I am,
    I cannot drag myself
    to the phone,
    or to the other room,
    to open arms,
    welcoming heart and hands,
    no, quiet I am,
    here now without need to
    rest, for sleep,
    pining is my pulse’s melody
    for something, or someone
    less bitter, but sweet.

    How circumstance has
    allowed me to feel lost
    without shared voices,
    the constant need
    for chatter,
    for smiles,
    boisterous callings,
    giggles, confident loose laughter,
    bouts of sarcasm and bite,
    but only in good humour,
    voices peal into the night.

    And when the connection
    is broken,
    the silence, emptiness
    creeps into place,
    I’m not used to talking
    with a best friend
    without their face in my
    visual space,

    but the quietness now
    it unnerves me,
    I’m unused to my
    own company,
    suck it up, I tell myself,
    no need for gloom and misery.

    Solitude is not the best
    right now for me,
    I grab my knees close,
    rock furiously,
    mindlessly,
    keeping myself occupied,
    softly, knowingly,
    burdened by the deafening silence,
    all with saddening ease,
    loneliness flows from me.

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  • Story: The Loneliest Duck in the World – 25/11/19

    Story: The Loneliest Duck in the World – 25/11/19

    A masquerading duck has arrived at the scene. She likes to make her appearances special, with a long duration since her former showing. Here at these magnificent balls she is desperate to make a splash! Because this masquerading duck is so beautiful and loves to dance and chat.

    What is the point in her arrivals, her persistence in being seen? To some she’s just a useless hen who seems to do nothing more than gabble and preen. She is viewed by others as a selfish socialite, but they couldn’t be any more wrong in their assertions; she simply wishes to be viewed in bright light, surrounded by the deep depth of darkness within these nights.

    She should not be judged for marrying the richest drake on earth, with him having been three times her age he had passed away well before she was meant to leave this earth herself. And she was lonely in her world without his love: she had no ducklings to raise, no adult ducks to praise and advise, so what she loved to do instead was be with others throughout the exciting nights.

    In these masquerade balls she dances with such ease, she lifts her wings and flaps and glides, as delicate as you can please. And when it comes to her making small conversation, chit-chat, if you will, with her outgoing sociable awaiting bird friends, she doesn’t hesitate in her generosity to buy them champagne in flutes, gin and tonics, and wine in beautiful glasses to brighten the mood. Although she is lonely and eccentric, here she is, being appreciated in this scene the most.

    Then when she will leave these premises in the light of dawn, she will remove her garb, her showy harness and her mask, and there she will be, tired, but happy, and nervously awaiting the next event. She will be too excited to experience and share some more with many of her lively friends.

    © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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