The Loneliest Hour by James Babbs

why can’t I sit here writing this
until it starts making sense
the walls always watching me
and I scream at them
I toss things around the room
but the walls remain silent
they don’t seem to care what I do
and I’m writing this
as the cars drive past the house
and the trees outside
shudder in the wind
I’m writing this
the same poem I’ve written before
but the words sound different this time
and why can’t I sit here
surrounded by all of these books
in shelves just gathering dust
I remember
how some of the stories were told
and I’m writing this
as the days grow shorter
and it’s getting colder outside
and I think about
how love and madness look the same
sometimes
sometimes I see them
out on the street
wearing each other’s clothes
and I sit here
alone in this room
leaning over my desk
with the light from the lamp
falling down around me
and I’m writing this
as time slips away
and it feels like the loneliest hour
like I’ve been waiting for something
but I don’t have anything
and now it’s too late

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James Babbs is a writer, a dreamer, a three-time loser and an all-around nice guy who just wants to be left alone. James is the author of Disturbing The Light(2013) & The Weight of Invisible Things(2013) and has hundreds of poems and a few short stories scattered all over the internet.

 

One thought on “The Loneliest Hour by James Babbs

  1. although i never like a poem about poems or writing, i’d just like to say that this punched me in the gut. So thanks for it.

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