What is lonely?
What does it look like?
If I were to capture it
in a single sketch
or painting
what form would it take?
is it black
like a stormy night sky
devoid of moon and starlight?
Is it a cloudy ocean grey
immense
and ever-changing?
An extinguished candle flame
smoke rising
and dissipating into the ether?
Loneliness is a shell
a husk of what has been
everything that gave it substance
scattered like dust on the wind
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Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry from my life written between ages 16 and the present.
