loneliness
grips you
surrounds you
burn your eyes
drills a hole
in your aching heart.
nothing much to say
nobody here will hear.
cry, sometimes
it's good
to cry
saddened by
the tears
that rolls down
your cheek.
melancholy
grabs you by your throat
until the silent sobs
you only hear.
turn off the lights
sleep deep
and until then
the loneliness, melancholy
the infinite sadness
grips you again.
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