Loneliness comes in many forms
that separation of the soul
from a world of emotion's swirl
and the touch that would console
each with a flavor sustaining life
an essence needed to obtain
something more than holding place
in the coldness of the joined race
ask the tears the message brought
by the moisture of sad resolve
this substitute in the mists
a reality that life can't resist
so many forms conspire as one
leading to the empty void
separation among the ghosts
intangible to those who need them most.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20191204.
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