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The Lonesome One
There is this wretched pain that I keep stumbling upon- guess I’ll be the lonesome one…from now on. I needed brilliant sunshine to adhere with my rain, a warmth so intense only comfort could remain. For there is no relief in a goodbye gone wrong, my soul abandoned, my heart no longer strong. The bloodline to my remorse carries an ebon stain. I used to be as elegant and beautiful as an ivory swan- guess I’ll be the ghastly one…from now on. Like an intravenous drip I have been debilitated and in this maddening sensation I am saturated. No rest for my mind with the throes of my isolation, no parallel lines can alleviate my starving desolation. In the bounty of my meal I’ll never be fully sated. I am the estranged victim of this hoaxed and puzzled con- guess I’ll be the sacrificial prey…from now on. Spiritual apathy and lost inside forsaken seclusion, I will never be able to come to an honorable conclusion. Remote on an island, friendless and sequestered, they left me in skull and bones; I am definitely festered. There’s been an illusion without vision, lost in confusion. I used to so soft and gentle like the texture of chiffon- guess I’ll be the unmended one…from now on. From Now On Poetry Contest May 23, 2018
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