For loneliness was when I stood aside and watched the peace that filled the room.
Locked out I resulted to the glass,
looking in,
Love a fruit I wanted washing down my throat to my cells.

Pain a thorn forever on my side;
I let it fester,
watching the pus and swelling,.
Even the flies find a home,
and I can’t.

I carry bitterness in me,
find some peace in having an emotion to feel.
The streets are only safe for people like me,
the elements embrace me too well.


  1. Evans says:

    This is good work. Keep up

    Liked by 1 person

    1. TerryFied says:

      Thank you so much Evans✨


  2. theoutsider says:

    This is beautiful 🔥


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