The loneliness is crippling
Like watching
A little boy's bear;
His nightmare protector
Getting taken away by someone
He's deemed safe and
Trustworthy
Like an old dog
Who's grown to trust his owner for
15 plus years
When he suddenly gets beat
With a sledge hammer
It's that feeling of bruised bone
Of broken skin, of confusion and
The loss of something I can't quite understand
The feeling of pain being over-washed with a glance
Of what life was, what it could have been
As soon as it begins to weaken and
Fade
It's already happened
It's that understanding
Of why the wind blows and why
It's so cold
Why it's been made invisible to see
But still manages to rattle my bones
And shiver my feelings
Why can't I be that breeze?
It's that feeling of jealousy
Of animosity towards inanimate objects
Why can't I Bloom and be pretty and picked?
Why can't I have a skin as thick as tanned leather?
Why can't I be needed to jump start a heart
Like a defibrillator?
Loneliness is
A feeling I'd love
To miss
