Alone
My life is as a cave
Hollow and empty made of stone
My soul through this cave wanders utterly alone
The darkness manages to seep into my very being
No light, no warmth
Nothing I am clearly seeing
I stand as though my back were a board
Never tiring for you see I am alone
No one to listen
No one for to care
Yet I see a spark ahead
I crawl toward it for I've fallen apon my kness
Hoping that spark is another
You see, lonliness is a disease
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