Image by Dimitris Vetsikas from Pixabay 




The cruel things we say and do
leave us with no return
adrift in a sea of humanity
How then, do we fill those lonely hours?
self is never enough
Despair grows like weeds
in an unkept garden
The chair you sit in,
sour comfort for companionship
How then do we step out
from under the dark cloud?

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