Loneliness is a pitch black, empty room.

Nothing or no one nearby to touch.

Nothing or no one to share my thoughts.

The air is dry and tasteless.

The sound of solitude echoes against the walls.

I stand silently like a lighthouse calling home a ship in the night

Waiting for someone-something-anything to calm my fright.

Loneliness is a pitch black room filled only by my demons.


This poem is about: 
My community


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