Christmas Eve

Empty hallways
Open doors
The obnoxious silence
Tickles my ears
The still air hangs over my head
as I lay in bed,
alone..

 I try to amuse myself
Distract my mind from succumbing to its thoughts,
But solitude has become an interesting companion.
It’s there when I want it,
And remains when I try to shoo it away.
Like a leech it feeds off me,
While I try to convince myself that what we have is symbiotic

 Loneliness has its beauty
A calming quiet nature
Sometimes life gets a little too loud
I find myself lost in the rhythm of others ideologies,
Confused by their noisy banter
So yes,
Solitude is awesome,
But I fear that I have become too used to this peace
That I have lost the ability to share this space.
So I chase others away when they get too close,
But yearn for their company when they are far away
And so the silence taunts me
As I wait in quiet anguish for some sort of sign
A knock on my door,
A text,
A call,
But I wait in vain.
My eyes get heavy
My body gets tired
My hands hurt, as my elbows dig into my mattress
While I try to prop myself up and type this poem

 I slowly enter a state of slumber,
First the yawning,
Then the sigh, as my toes rub against my bed sheet
In a slow circular rhythm
I tuck them into my blanket
And feel the cold cloth graze my skin
My eyes shut
I am enveloped by the darkness
Welcomed by sweet dreams
And the silence fades away…