anora_aragon

Loneliness

 

Nothing, no one,

there was only me,

patiently waiting,

until I was free,

But it found me first

slinking, sliding underneath

burrowed below my skin,

I had finally made a friend,

It carved its way through,

under my flesh, gliding,

to the center of my chest,

nothing, no one,

but it and me,

I asked it to stay,

it laughed at me,

and ripped away,

until there was nothing, no one,

not even me

 

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    You are still with us and will be for a long time to enthral us with your wonderful words.



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