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Little, Large Loneliness
Sometimes, the loneliness is unexplainable.
It's a nondescript nugget wrapped in a foggy, nondescript packet.
I can't make out exactly what it is.
I know there's more to it, but I can't tear it open.
And the description on the back is in a foreign language.
During these times, I want to sleep more than ever.
But the infuriating uncertainty pushes and pokes at my heart all over.
And so the shutters in my eyes remain open.
It's like going to a pond, and trying to catch tadpoles with my bare hands.
If I'm lucky, I catch one. Or a few. Or several. But never all.
Some part of it always manages to evade me.
If I'm doubly lucky, into the pond I won't fall.
But some part of me always manages to slip in and get wet.
Loneliness. It's a small emotion that feels utterly big.
~ Free verse (13.04.23).
© Abigail Sim
It's a nondescript nugget wrapped in a foggy, nondescript packet.
I can't make out exactly what it is.
I know there's more to it, but I can't tear it open.
And the description on the back is in a foreign language.
During these times, I want to sleep more than ever.
But the infuriating uncertainty pushes and pokes at my heart all over.
And so the shutters in my eyes remain open.
It's like going to a pond, and trying to catch tadpoles with my bare hands.
If I'm lucky, I catch one. Or a few. Or several. But never all.
Some part of it always manages to evade me.
If I'm doubly lucky, into the pond I won't fall.
But some part of me always manages to slip in and get wet.
Loneliness. It's a small emotion that feels utterly big.
~ Free verse (13.04.23).
© Abigail Sim
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