~Condition Called Loneliness~

Never wanted many friends
I guess I got my wish
About this I don't pretend
In life I found my

My feet still walk
But inside I'm going no where
My mouth still talks
But inside there is this silence
My ears still hear
But

Alone

If you ever sipped from the
chalice of awareness, the penalty
could be: depression-
living in a small coagulated island
within

Solitary figures embrace my vacant shell

there's no place for emotion or feeling

Wanting, desire has left with the crowd

and

ALONE

Her form lies printed on the sheet
Her fragrance lingers in the heat
What chance that we again should meet
On distant