Loneliness echoes
through crowded rooms, seeking out
me, the insecure.
through crowded rooms, seeking out
me, the insecure.
Moving to a town
of closed cliques is an empty
chasm of edges.
of closed cliques is an empty
chasm of edges.
Who am I? I lack
definition, mirroring back
what I think you want.
definition, mirroring back
what I think you want.
Lonely is married
year after year to one who
knows nothing of me.
year after year to one who
knows nothing of me.
I don’t know your name.
Can it be you hurt me less
being so formless?
being so formless?
- Slender Steps to Sanity - Twelve Step Notes of Hope (Kindle Locations 202-205).
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