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in-vitro

I am not feeling some in-vivo
loss of love.

I just don’t see how it comes,
to me.
Out of nothingness
-a sudden embrace of pleasure
swathed in joy-
being in your arms.

held in the dark
with warm superlatives
and I am afraid to open
my eyes

Or even in light
where moving sideways
affords discovery –
and yet things are unfazed by my presence.

sometimes, it wells up inside me
that I am lonely,
and the crest that falls
obliges me to ride a flux

to moments like this, when someone
reads what I have felt
and created to make it so.

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This is an odd collection of thoughts that I wrote in my writing journal throughout this past week. I’ve assembled it as a poem on loneliness (I think). I’m not sure it is fully coherent as a poem yet, but it is something that I want to leave here for comment.

a lonely poem

this, the dim-light winter brings-
uncertain angst? -between the ease-
hoisted placards for all to see
that neither laugh nor blithely sing.

smudged, it looks out through murky panes,
at reflections flickering in the rain
its fabric stitched, retorn, and sewn
and still would morph it’s blood and bone.

words turn away from darkened doors
quiet clomps on hardwood floors,
with off-slant rhythms felt before.

just awaiting light conceived
in charcoal darkness, that gives reprieve
with slightly onamatopoeic schemes that knock
and awake the patchwork echos here
but deadbolts keep out hope and fear.

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This was an attempt to describe the dark feeling of not being good enough. Loneliness, especially in winter, can propogate fear. Spend time in the sun!