Loneliness is like a cancer that you can’t get chemo for
You lie in the medical bed of your heart, surrounded by the bustle and noise of everything around
Everything is so lively, bright and full of damn energy, from the sound of the loudest big rig down the street
To the smallest creak of a branch outside your window
and yet you still waste away
Because all that noise doesn’t matter
The sound of laughter or the cry of bird songs
or the sounds of the city or the patter of rain on grass
Even the weeping of your own mother
Nothing matters
Maybe it never did
You lie there with tubes in you that stretch your skin, and feed your flesh, and drain your filth
And you just lie there, in a malaise, hurting
Just fucking hurting
That’s the worst part of loneliness
That dull throb in your heart, that seems to hurt worse then a bullet to the skull, or the Headmen’s axe
It’s an ache that cuts you down, like even God is against you
And you can’t fight it, either
Nor can you embrace it
You can just be awashed in it, drowned in a wave null
It’s a terminal cancer, and you can’t get chemo for it
You can fight the good fight as long as you can, with the smile of friends, and the love of a good woman
But open your damn eyes, and get past your own naivety
Loneliness is just part of the joke filled game of life
And death always goes to the winner
- Author: brandon k f ( Offline)
- Published: August 12th, 2019 16:53
- Category: Unclassified
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