The feeling of Loneliness

Unlike a flower
it grows in the darkness
of my thoughts
blossoming into self-pity and
self-loathing

Like a pimp
it sells my soul to the
hungry, lust-filled wickedness
for it to do as it pleases
with me

Like a malignant tumour
at the pit of my stomach
it spreads
making its presence known
and felt

Much like the four chambers
of my heart
it keeps me behind bars
incarcerating me for life

And so much like a parasite
it burrows itself deeper
into my being
consuming any sense of belonging
that I might feel