She wraps herself around me
not comforting or consoling,
but smothering
and I feel the weight of her
amplifying sound,
echoing empty...
Loneliness
She's a master exclusionist:
isolation’s her game-
she detests and divides,
the judge of all,
taking offense
heightening differences...
and loneliness
She's a constant companion
never raising her voice;
she's a whisperer,
a warmonger
who knows not love
or hope...
she is lonely
So, I sit with her awhile
till hospitality knows its end,
then I call her bluff
and boldly say:
It's time you leave!
and I stand and shrug her off…
she goes her lonely way.
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