At the heart of our loneliness, what, will we find? Do either of us, even want to know? Of course not! Because loneliness, is too hard to handle, and once it bust out open, it will never, willingly, be BACK inside that “bag” again!
not my art…
At the heart of our loneliness, there’s, that missed out childhood, the kids in us, who were, ignored, abused, AND neglected, and, our two hearts of loneliness, they, collided on the roads, and, found themselves, beating, to the same notes, so in synch.
At the heart of our loneliness, where, did that love go? Oh, it got, diminished, by that constant high-pitched CRIES of loneliness, love became deaf now, it can, no longer hear us when we call out to it anymore!
not my sketch…
At the heart of our loneliness, there’s, NOTHING there, for us to share, save for, all those, never-ending skies of lonely to live underneath, and, I don’t want to, live underneath these lonely skies of, our creations, so, I’m, O-U-T.
Life, the Obstacle Course 