Loneliness is hungry
It finds you and bites you
And screams as you bleed
But you don’t
feel a thing
So it licks your wounds for you
And continues to feed
Loneliness says,
“I’m protecting you, I’m protecting you”
Then how come protection is pain?
“Pain must come first”, loneliness says
First before what?
It doesn’t answer
But stands
in the corner and shivers,
continuing to feed.
At least this pain is warm.