Loneliness

by

Diane Klammer

Sounds like my own voice_..
Echoing and resounding
Back into my ears
As I call to no one
In an empty room.

Smells like nothing at all_..
As I breathe
The totally restrained air
Of solitude.

Tastes like my own tears _..
As I cry silently in anguish
About my desolation.

Looks like a bewildered face in a mirror_..
As I look only to myself for comfort.

Loneliness is my own_..fault!

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