To know you're by yourself makes one feel
alone.
Nobody is in reach , yet they are inches away.
Breathing the same air , with lips centimeters apart,
But you still feel alone inside.
An incurable sensation.
Nobody at all.
Yet they are arms reach away.
My eyes deceive me .
There are people everywhere,
But my soul senses otherwise.
Going through the motions,
My soul walks on a desolate plain.
Drained.
Cold.
Lacking basic security.
My soul feels alone.
There's no room for it to thrive.
Only endless plains.
Plains that lack even the most subtle indicators of life.
All alone.