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"Loneliness is..."
Alone!
Lost on a stark white landscape!
I ponder the question...
...what is loneliness?
Loneliness is...
... a black and white movie
devoid of characters
and direction.
a series of love affairs
ended by rejection.
Lonelness is....
... cold, Baltic
quivering,
shivering to the bone
flesh becomes ice
when you realize your alone.
Loneliness is...
... a razor cut
On my lacerated wrist,
My mind
Is a peice of the
jigsaw puzzle
that doesn't fit in.
Loneliness is...
... darkness
unable to see
crying through blind eyes
yelling at
half formed shapes
that turn out
to be
reflections of me.
Loneliness is...
... a clock ticking
caked in dust
echoes cloaked in scilense
masked by
my own self loathing
and disgust.
Loneliness is...
... a single grain of sand
marking time past
that I failed
to understand
When you notice
your resolve
is not going to last.
Loneliness is...
...a storm you can't outrun
a stupid decision
that can't be undone,
Your life is not real
A work of fiction,
you feel resentment
for the leaky tap
in the kitchen,
because even
these lost drops
eventually find
company.
Words become
fragile shells
for my lucid thoughts.
I forever ponder the question...
. ."is that what Loneliness is?"
Lost on a stark white landscape!
I ponder the question...
...what is loneliness?
Loneliness is...
... a black and white movie
devoid of characters
and direction.
a series of love affairs
ended by rejection.
Lonelness is....
... cold, Baltic
quivering,
shivering to the bone
flesh becomes ice
when you realize your alone.
Loneliness is...
... a razor cut
On my lacerated wrist,
My mind
Is a peice of the
jigsaw puzzle
that doesn't fit in.
Loneliness is...
... darkness
unable to see
crying through blind eyes
yelling at
half formed shapes
that turn out
to be
reflections of me.
Loneliness is...
... a clock ticking
caked in dust
echoes cloaked in scilense
masked by
my own self loathing
and disgust.
Loneliness is...
... a single grain of sand
marking time past
that I failed
to understand
When you notice
your resolve
is not going to last.
Loneliness is...
...a storm you can't outrun
a stupid decision
that can't be undone,
Your life is not real
A work of fiction,
you feel resentment
for the leaky tap
in the kitchen,
because even
these lost drops
eventually find
company.
Words become
fragile shells
for my lucid thoughts.
I forever ponder the question...
. ."is that what Loneliness is?"
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