Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

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It is a spear piercing my throat.

It is the woman ripping my heart.

It is the darkness choking my neck.

It is the water I feel on my body,

Heavy and filling.

It is the fear of being alone.

 

It is the tears that I cry.

It is the pain in my stomach.

It is the self destruction of thought.

It is the fantasies in my head,

Making me smile.

It is what I do.

 

It is that day at the bridge

It is the look on her face

It is the sound of her voice

It is the new man she has

It is the love that I have

It is the love that she hasn’t

It is the

 

It just is.


 

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