when you are lonely
you are lonely
both inside and outside
by your own psychological expertise
you may not show it
and they do not notice it
they are busy too
with anything to conceal their own
and play games with you
late at night
you continue the guessing game
those tricks
and treats
and indeed you are all lonely
and you drink the wine to put some redness on your face and
skin
to lessen the impact of that trembling
but no one talks about it
no one dares
for fear that talking about it makes the pain worse
you cannot hold it you want to release that bird
caged
that loneliness that sings inside your heart
and you set it free
and it flies in the air and above the mountains and hovers
from one tree to another
and then at night
it comes back to you
you are the cage and the home combined
and they see the bird and hear its song
it is so sweet and so beautiful
and they want to describe it to you
but there is just no word
for it
and precisely the hiding game continues
routine loneliness
common songs of mankind
unspoken.
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