By Alfonzo Tucker
Comforted only by my thoughts, I feel free but still longing to love internally. Waiting for love, wondering if I will ever find her, I’m lonely. Five A.M., my bed is empty except for me. Loving myself isn’t enough peace. Why should I settle? Why should I seek factious love and hide from reality? I’ll accept loneliness because truth allows my strength to flow daily. Hopefully, I’ll make it and celebrate fidelity; yet being lonely is devastating.
My mind resorts to visions of past promiscuity, hoping to relieve a moment of depression, ambiguity coats my perception. I am alone and have been for many years, loving women who only wanted me physically or because I can provide for them financially. Why Not Me! Free from the lights, the attention, the compliments that award inspiration.
Why not me? Then my gifts can be exposed willingly. Until then I’ll just be lonely.