by Gloria Pickens

Created on: October 04, 2009

Loneliness cradles me in this gloomy wintry twilight. The fog hangs heavily in the atmosphere like death before a kill. I can feel the glacial air biting at my flesh from inside next to the fire. I'll stare out the window for just a little longer and wonder why happiness continues to elude me now that I have escaped the prison I once knew. I reside in an entirely new kind of prison. A penitentiary of neglect and deceit. The one who claims me as her own goes on her way as though my heart did not beat this morning. Maybe it didn't. It may never beat again. I could hide away in this cold, lifeless room, chilled by my apparition. It appears that any happiness that once could be called mine is only a myth and was never truly there. Unaccompanied seems to be the only way I am allowed to get by.

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