L is for Loneliness

It’s those wee hours of the night,
When your hand rests on it’s own.
Your mind surrenders to ill thoughts,
Drowning in negativity,
In false truths.
Tears well behind the eyes,
As you desperately try to find comfort in made up characters-
They flicker across the screen in scripted stories that provide little comfort and make you yearn for a life unlike your own.
Technology, painting a world of perfection.
Life in preferred form, as you mentally fall into a pit of sorrow and self deprecation.
Lips pursed,
A faint help slips between them.


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