Friends With Loneliness

Quietness fills the room, void of noise,
Every pin drop reminds me what I adore the most,
Left alone to my own thoughts,
Counting how many of my own thoughts are mine,
How many come from the voices,
Which live rent free in my mind,

Four walls, One door,
No window, can’t crack it,
Scared of what intrudes,
Hand tremors: I am anxious,
Tobacco; 1 pack half empty,
2 bought for insurance,


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