The Lonely (parts III & IV) (poem)

By Luke Labern

III.

Everything flashing, before my closing eyes:
Memories crashing, everyone hears my final sighs.
Highly publicized, trying not to hide
My published lies; never on a side,
Just staying afloat, I barely cried,
Surrounded by an asocial moat, so many pleasantries died
Trying to spread collective love, it never touched me.
My poems you read: between the lines do you ever see?

IV.

Now comes the final stanza, say adieu.
An extravaganza, from humble beginnings grew.
Internal criticisms, forced to minimize,
Arrogant witticisms, caused by this guide.
You think this is new? Eighteen years' supplies,
Pent up, and true; does beauty arise?
Atheist, alone and depressed, who really relates,
Is impressed, with what I write, what my mind creates?