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The Pain of Loneliness
Loneliness has found me, though I have tried to hide. It has spun it's gossamer spider-like web deep inside. I have tried to protect myself, not intending to be, A pathetic victim of its devastation, that's not going to be me. But sadly, it seems that I somehow, not knowing let it in, and before I realized it, I felt the pain begin. It is not the loneliness of an " I 've got the blues" kind of day. It is the heart wrenching kind, that doesn't go away. It surrounds me like fog that is so dense that I can see nothing, aware of nothing, there is no sense. It seeps into my heart, leaving it empty and cold. So that if there ever was a chance, alas, no heart to hold. I feel the restlessness growing more and more intense. I don't know how to relieve it, so I become incensed. Frustration building, how do I fight this unseen foe? Where do I turn, what direction do I go? I want to run out into the night, screaming, silently. Wanting to get attention, but not so violently. But in reality, I do nothing, but pace around the room. And look out of the window, only seeing the night's gloom. I will try to sleep, but I doubt sleep will come. Will morning find me as I was, or will I have come undone?
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