Inside I harbor,
A never ending feeling.
It grows with every
Passing day.
Longing, Yearning
For someone.
But mostly,
Loneliness.
So much love to give,
And yet,
No one dares
To approach me.
Like everything
I try to reach out to
Become cold,
And breaks at my touch.
This is how deep
My loneliness is.
A curse tormenting
My current being.
By: C.T. Kaern
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