This is my poetic perspective of loneliness.
Freed my eyes to the darkness, dominating to a branch of my fear.
Remains of dust particles rested around me.
Dead cells with ashes were wafting like those eye floaters.
It seemed the realm abandoned me, I was secluded.
Found no big hearts, minced my hopes, smudged eyelashes with bloodstains.
Diminishing opinions just swelled up to the nucleus of cells.
Blurring visions of optimism didn’t last long.
A tough call alerted the inner self, tugged a war out.
Thoughts upside down with a voyage in a puddle.
Unclogged by the strings of solitude.
Rising up eagerness standstill in camouflage.
For aught, care about existence.
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