My current ailment
Doesn't deal with any
Bacteria, viruses, or microphages.
It is loneliness.
I would be happy to
Trade being lonely with any other emotion.
I would much rather
Feel depressed
Than have any form
Of best-friendship degenerate
Into what will soon be nothing.
It seems that by the day
Our friendship disappears exponentially.
This is where I feel, as if,
Like my family
Has left me out to dry
All alone on the clothesline.
The wind picks up, and
The once happy sky turns
Angry.
The circular wind picks me up,
To take me to an unknown land.
But does my parent even realize my disappearance?
Of course not.
What is the worst feeling though
Is that while there can be
1,000,000 surrounding me
I am still by myself.
"Why must I stand here in this line"
All alone, with no one to really talk to
No one to trust
No one to make me happy
No one to take away this ever growing pain.
But will I ever express
What I truly feel?
Of course not,
Because while I am writing this,
And my soul is escaping
With every stroke of my pen,
My true emotions will never allow
Me to be included in a clique
For more than a few years before
I am through with it.
And what must follow
Is my current ailment,
Loneliness
'till the endless cycle starts
A new revolution.
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