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Love and Loneliness

Alone I sit in a dark corner

Waiting to feel a bit of sensation

From the hand that rests on the cold floor

Near my shaking feet

Knees drawn up to my chest

I tremble from the chilling air

Seeping into this darkened room

From the open window which I can no longer see

Steam floats past dry lips as I breathe

Unable to sleep through these nightmares

That I experience when I am left alone

To suffer silently in R.I.P

I am unable to move this cold dead body

It has already drifted off

To a lonely place where it feels

Only the pain from its bruises

I watch the pail hand near my feet

Inch closer as the silence allows me to

Contemplate this empty loneliness

That I have subjected myself to

Looking up at the black ceiling

I wonder to myself if the world has disappeared

Since the only thing I hear is my own heart

Beating in a body I once thought was my own

Unsure whether I should continue

Waiting patiently for a hero to rescue me

I decide to watch that pail hand move closer

To me and reach out to touch cold skin

As a single finger touches me I receive

A foreign sensation of heat

That curls through this entire body

And confuses the morbid thoughts that flow so effortlessly

Momentarily an image flashed before me

Cutting through the darkness with a piercing light

And I wonder for just a moment

Is this love?

Or is it happiness?

Has the loneliness finally left me?

Hidden in the light is the face of a person I've never seen

And there is the sound of a voice that I've never heard

And my confusion only increases as I silently wait for answers

The clear figure moves closer to me as the hand

Slides up my leg to rest on my knee

And the eyes of this figure seem to see

Straight through me

Into the blackness of my soul

That hand now rests over my heart

And its beating grows frantic with something that isn't fear

A sudden burst of light and heat is what that hand has given me

The figure smiles and those upturned lips are soon

Resting over mine, bringing heat back to

This lifeless body before the feeling suddenly

Disappears into the bright light

Though that smile never fades

My own expression becomes one of confusion

And I am quick to ask "Why?"

As the figure moves close to me again preparing to

Press our lips together once more

I am silent now, hearing only my quickening

Heartbeat and the soft sounds of a long kiss

Which has me feeling strangely awake and

A little less alone

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