Left to wonder where
the feeling comes from
sitting with a turning
stomach, brimming
with last night's
bad choices
I went home
with loneliness again
I wake to see her
turned away from me
Loneliness has been
my constant companion
the one I know
I should be leaving
yet I sit with her in
self-induced exile
I won't ever be
the first to say it
it's in hand and mind
but I won't acknowledge that
where is the voice to whisper
my wishes & give flight
to a fleeting feeling?
where is the softness to soothe
where it hurts?
The stomach pains will go
away as surely as they
will come back again
But my soul suffers open
wound
bitterness keeps sickness
sustained
though more so
I need the assurance
the comfort
oh, loneliness,
your hair in bloom
upon the pillow cases
my frail hands are grasping
onto whatever they can
they are losing their grip
on the tangible
loneliness, my love,
why do you turn from me?
Shaking arms longing for
warm body go unsatisfied
they only hold own weaknesses
they cradle nothing more
than what isn't there
feeling something like the weather
feeling something like nothing