Loneliness
it creeps, seeps
punctures your presence.
No dawning, no warning…

It sits on your shoulder
weighs you down
it won’t,
can’t be shaken.

Sitting alone
walking a crowd,
it’s your company
it seeks.

There’s no point running…
For loneliness demands
you, a constant,
its friend.

A. M. Young

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Shot taken with a Canon eos 550.