Solitary

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.

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