Its a plague,
This loneliness.
Its terrible,
The chasms that tear me apart.
At first I feel ignorant and devoid of nothing,
But when it hits,
The tears reel.
Always looking away,
At everything but Him.
Always stabbing the pain,
Hoping it will disappear.
Instead I should hold on to His power,
I should drink of it,
Chain myself to it,
It is my only saving grace.
But then I wallow too much in this misery,
And I end up hurling down more than I thought.
Subtle and dangerous,
Pulling down My soul.
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Poetry~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
