No longer sleep

you can only masturbate
so many thousand times
until you realize that
there’s no escaping loneliness

it’s always eyeing you
in every darkened midnight corner
and under every empty sheet
on the bed where
you can no longer sleep

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Short poem on loneliness


lonely, empty, bed, sleep, loneliness

Jason Franklin, Dayton Ohio photographer.

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