Your loneliness is not a weightless void
it’s not the darkness of a hollowed heart.
Your loneliness is lead and plans destroyed,
it’s blood and bones, the undertaker’s cart.
Your loneliness is not a burden shared
it thrives in cities and grows strong on farms,
it hides in corners were its teeth are bared,
a beast to trap you in its thousand arms.
Your loneliness is daylight darkness, snow
in midst of summer, acid, needles, dung,
a slow decay and sudden pangs; it grows
it smothers, leave you senseless, empty, wrung.
But in your darkness you can reach and taste
my warmth and let your desolation be erased.
Today at dVerse Jilly wants us to make things visual that are not. Put colors, weight and forms into things that cannot be seen.
August 7, 2018