Alone
Deceitful are the minds
Of the bent and broken
The lonesome and blue
Deep in their disarray
Smothered with sorrow
Clouding the truth
For no sickness so potent
As that of the homesick
Who remain home
Or loneliness so profound
As that of one lonely
When not alone
Copyright © Jessica Wheeler | Year Posted 2023
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