Personal Hell

I see baby blue skies

White clouds the color of sheep’s fur

Mountains on mountains

Covered in green

I hear the world passing me by

Each soul whispering

Families fighting

Couples lip locking

Even the dog gets kisses

I’m here

But not

I’m seen

But not spoken to

My hand is empty

I see the beauty in this moment

I see the pain

Is this not what hell is?

Is this not why I’m insane?

Is this not the power of life?

To be here but not loved

To be seen but not acknowledged

To be human but not living

This is my own personal hell

To see all the wonders that life has to offer

Yet I’m alone and not sharing them with the one I love the most