Hey there lonely one!
we are kindred spirits
walking fleshless, numb, at times ..we peer at others
who walk in careless form
seemingly on our faces,
too deep our emotions crawl inside
we feel them all too harsh,
they talk to us when we are alone
they fester in our wounds.
when no one cares our flags can’t fly..we are undone..incomplete
gazing out on lonely street.
invisible as we are. ..for we can not, fully, be.
anger begins its journey…
we eat our words at every meal..and struggle with the day
we lick and pick our sores to pain
and start all over again.
the light hurts our eyes and the dark carries us around
heavy is our burden ..long is our silence..stranded in ourselves
my brother or sister…we are not alone..for in our solitariness
we share in oneness of our pain…
when you look in the lonely mirror this time
you’ll find our faces there