Loneliness seeps into my skin and surges through my veins,
Seizing my heart with cold, gnarled claws.
One would think that by now i would be accustomed
To the faintness of my beating heart, with all it’s aching, broken shards.
It is fragile, emitting spurts of pain with each shallow intake of breath.
I have grown weary of this masquerade, this counterfeit smile.
Silently I scream, desperately hoping
That somewhere, in this vast, incomprehensible world,
There is a voice to answer mine.