Loneliness is a thief in the night
breaking through the window of my
soul and stuffing my happiness in
his canvasd sack of self-hatred
In the late watches of the night
when the whole world is asleep
Loneliness is the only company
I have as I stare at the
ceiling tiles
He keeps me warm and safe
in his firm and heartless grip
like a stainless steel vice of
emotional torment
It bleeds into my being
and turns me inside -out
Anonymous
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