Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Loneliness

Loneliness 
Of places 
Physical isolation
Bearable 
Because it is not me;

Loneliness 
Of ideas 
Humanistic suffering 
Unbearable 
Because it is all of us;

Loneliness 
Of being
Crashing
Aching 
Because the soul dies.

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