The Sting of Loneliness
I feel the bitter sting of loneliness.
Lingering palpably, real and raw.
It clings to my fibers, I'm breathless,
as it yanks out my heart with its claws.
I'm crushed by the weight of the blackness,
caustically, surrounding me day and night.
I'm closed in, pinned down and helpless,
unable to strike back and beat off the fright.
My heart still beats, though outside...
Lingering palpably, real and raw.
It clings to my fibers, I'm breathless,
as it yanks out my heart with its claws.
I'm crushed by the weight of the blackness,
caustically, surrounding me day and night.
I'm closed in, pinned down and helpless,
unable to strike back and beat off the fright.
My heart still beats, though outside...