It’s not a home when you live alone
The walls suffocate me, holding me captive
My thoughts explode stirring the pot of emotions
An eruption of lust, a blinding spark of madness
I want testosterone in this home
I try to release myself from these mental self-induced
Self-indulging thoughts of pity, I long to escape
Life, loneliness, aging, and dying…alone..
The what ifs, and if only…..
Am I to spend the rest of life being alone?
And inevitably be lonely?
The quietness is a haunting melody
Playing a melon collie tune, from a harp in late afternoon
Each ping on a string breaks my heart
It falls apart, like a wilted rose
Red petals bleeding, saturated with red tears
Can you tell them apart?
They lay splattered between my feet
The air is stagnant; I choke on the gut-wrenching thought
Another cold winter, in a cold bed
I must get this craziness out of my head
If I sleep, when I wake, I will be in my humble abode
Blessed with another day to walk, travel, and play
I wish I knew His plan
11:18 AM
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