The loneliness sometimes
circles me
with eyes shining mirror bright against the dark.
It's coat is like coal and crimson
stolen from the black of my nightmares
the the scarlet of my heartblood.
The loneliness whispers
soft to me
that I will never be rid of it.
And this
is the human condition, after all.
Isn't it?
To be surrounded by those we hold dear
and feel the pain of separation?
And why is it so hard to say...?
"I am lonely."
Is it sin,
to want to be part of a pair?
Is it...sin?
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