I am sad and loneliness rears its ugly
lack of head. A feeling that they are all a
gainst me. Feeling lost with the evil spirits
shrieking and screaming.

Come here. I am open: my heart is offered,
Red and up on a platter, begging,
pleading, wanting bad to be taken. Someone.
Please, it is all yours.

Very sad how eager am I to love when
always no one notices. All assume my
heart is very full and fulfilled because it’s
easier on them.