30/01/2025
Everyone is lonely right?
That question always visits me,
Rolling through my mind as I lay in bed each night.
Familiar yet daunting to me.
Loneliness ebbs and flows in my veins,
Weighing on my limbs, tightening my throat.
Entangled with my very own DNA,
Like an inherited trait I never asked for,
Woven into the blueprint of my being.
He is an absence within me
A cavity in my chest,
That despite how many people surround me
Can never be sealed.
It’s just who I am,
There’s not much more to it.
He turns any season into the barren, dry cold of winter.
Dusting my world in a sugary frost,
I chase the sun but he follows in my shadows,
Tempting me to stop.
Telling me he understands me
And me, him.
He is who I run to for solace.
Loneliness walks with me through every struggle,
And every triumph.
In crowded rooms his fingertips trace my spine.
He lingers,
He waits,
He always finds me.
In the evenings he sings to me,
Through the cloak of darkness
Soft yet inescapable.
And tonight his cold hands embrace me yet again.
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