Alone
Alone: A #lonliness poem.
What is with the sad-boi hours? What is with the rain without flowers? Do I dare explore the confines of an expectedly average mind?
Or do I dwell on the past? Replay the failures of a man who has passed? Do I look to the future? Foresee lacerations and sutures?
Messages, lights, and dings hurt my eyes and remind me of darker things. Bright screens screen my screams.
Someone must save me if there…
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