by Tavis Cote
Illustrated by Pepper Pieroni
It feels good to have no worries It feels good to say that I’m free It feels good to smile and say that I’m well To the grandparents asking me It feels right to say that I’m happy It feels right to say that I’m fine But the truth is I’ve never been as lonely as now Surrounded by nothing but time I’ve got friends all over the empty world I’ve got people who wave and smile But home at last, I’ve got no one to ask To chill by the beach for a while Peace, it seems, is the loneliest thing The loneliest thing of all I can hike, I can dance, I can dream of romance But no one is going to call Peace, it seems, is a bittersweet thing It melts your heart inside I’ve got nothing to stress and nobody to bless And I can’t seem to take it in stride It feels good to have no future It feels good to let it go No one says goodbye, no one stifles a cry I’m Home And alone And alone and alone I’m home And it’s starting to show
*Author’s Note: This is part two of a four part poetry series on the male tendency to self-isolate and fall into depression. Men, if you’re home or abroad, reach out to that friend that hasn’t been seen by your old squad. Save a life. Be a friend.