Lonely People Write Poetry

Poetry comes out of lonely people;
Lonely people write poetry.
Lonely people sit and feel lonely,
Rummage through their scattered belongings,
Scroll through their meagre contacts,
Fidget around with a pen and a tiny book.
And write poetry.

Lonely people write poetry that fits in the palms of their hands,
Tiny, the beast remains contained,
Unknown,
a small opponent, a defeatable enemy.
The teensy poem sits like a feather on their already heavy hearts
And makes not a single sound.
Lonely people search and search again.
Among playlists, among movies,
amongst the written word.
Unpacified, they sit and write poetry, through freshly dried eyes, surrounded by
friends,
books,
things
and wonder
Why one lonely person does not recognise another.