Loneliness

Always turning to no one,
there's no one ever there
Pulses beating everywhere but none for me.
Alone, I wander through the dark.
The creatures shy away
Dreams of black in the derangement of the night.
a betrayer of them all.
All my seeds deceased.
Conqueror of a thousand hearts,
without one left to bleed for me
Acting the other part, to satisfy abnormality of
reason
Choosing not out of choice, the solitude of
existence
I gaze upon the light the crescent form above
The emptiness of that vast experience
(can't read this line, blackened)
Casting spells of uncertainty to all that's unknown.
In the very end even He ascended alone
We'll all be alone at the very end.
And only then will I have companion

by William L. Cowbey Jr.

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