solitude and youth
lone -
li -
ness.
second worst feeling
experienced in my short life
directly trailing in the
spiteful
footsteps of unrequited love.
yearning for solitude for so long,
and now,
that It is with me, I cannot manage its
awesome weight. It
stares
me in the face with the brilliance of the
desert night's eyes, and I cannot handle It.
lone –
some.
the feeling creeps deeper into the heart as
I beg for
sleep
to come quick
to bring morning upon me
and all who aren't around for
hundreds of miles.
now I yearn for dream and nothing more
hopeful that someone will visit me
there.
