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Alone With Fear

I live in a desert of emptiness last to survive
Hoping each day for a small glimpse of light
Two shoes without a soul in them
My hand has no feeling without one to hold

Kisses only touch thin air then disappear
My arms held open with no one to hold
The Christmas tree has wrapped empty boxes
Christmas dinner microwave cooked one dish at a time

Fear I have of being alone slows my heart beat down
Sitting by the phone just needing to hear a voice
A call I received: The last call for lonely hearts
A prerecorded message wanting a fee

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Regina Mcintosh

Date: 10/31/2019 6:22:00 AM

So so sad... You can call me :) Love your poem. Bless you, Gina

Bobby May
Date: 10/31/2019 7:25:00 AM

:-)

Sandra Adams

Date: 10/30/2019 9:06:00 PM

this one touches the reader Bobby, right in the heart....so sad...but well penned... i am not a big fan of holidays anymore because once so many pass they change but i do cook a huge meal....hugs