True Loneliness

Loneliness pertains to the emptiness

Cold Corners and Dust

We mark our name in nothing

Battlefield of thoughts

Can’t Live for Me

If we define ourselves by people

We only serve

Strained through the crowds

Dissipated to blankness

We find ourselves at desolate

Reconstructing the pieces to an abstract puzzle

Perplexed in endless thought

Fractions that don’t add up a whole

But within the bleakness I met someone

Someone I had never met

That Someone was beautiful and magnificent

Filled with the energy of the world

She was someone defined by no one

And that someone was me

For the first time I saw me truly

But only after meeting solitude

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