Night after night I miss physical touch always alone gets to be too much I ache for someone who SHOWS they care somebody equally anxious to share
Lonliness is the crippling core of despair it's where you learn to master the stare Alone is the last place anyone should be from my inner abyss I'm unable to flee
Being alone induces you to become bitter significance parallels the runt of a litter Thoughts of remedies roam my mind they too are increasingly harder to find
Alone negates joy synonymous with free hi-jacked plans I had to be all I could be It has been said to be just a state of mind if you concur your a member of the blind
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
The stare I mastered...lol
original:12/2012...additional verse 3/4/2013 and on 9/16/17 tweaked a bit 10/30/17
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