Connect
The pang of loneliness weighs down my chest
like a bucket collecting rain water.
The sounds of silence reverberate through my empty chest cavity,
reminding me of the heart that no longer resides there.
Some days last minutes-others, months.
Time is a trusted companion or a feared adversary.
The burden of life permeates my thoughts.
Validation is the only reprieve;
requests for so bear no response.
A person untethered bears a wandering soul.
No love to rely on, no one to call home.
So, at this thought, I propose, nay, prescribe-
let's convene all the lonesome, the empty the troubled,
fill them with love till their pain is all muddled.
Replenish the soul and the mind and the heart;
human connection, that's a wonderful start.
Copyright © Rip Curl Rockstar | Year Posted 2021
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