The Dark Room

This is one of my more favorite poems -- I wrote it... maybe 6 years ago.

I sit in the cold
the dark room
everyone is there
I sit alone

I think my thoughts
I dream my dreams
everyone is there
the room is empty

I watch them laugh
I watch them cry
I watch the empty room
I wonder why

Oh, I may understand why it's one of your favourite poems :)

some times ago I thought, that my poems aren't very bad, but after I've read some on this forum I don't know if I may call them poems :)

I watch them laugh
I watch them cry
I watch the empty room
I wonder why

I get this picture of a mad man. lol. I think this poem has deep meaning and i really understand why you'd hold it in such high regards.Ii can't find anything wrong with it at first glance, and i applaud your sharing.

Well, if you take it to be about a mad man that is fine. What a poem means should be up to the reader.

However I wrote it about the feeling of being alone in a room full of people. Being ignored, being unwanted or unloved. Being invisible.

I know the feeling all to well. You might say we are aquintances.

Mr. Admin, would be oh so honoured if you'd give the haiku thread a spin, whadda ya say? :)

Just say yes, for all our sakes. Den can be your best friend or your worst enemy.