Loneliness

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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Loneliness

bared

Devon, United Kingdom

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For the lonely.

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