bottomless pit

isolation.
seclusion.
the crowded emptiness of popularity
the silent longing and the 'bottomless pit'.
maybe a self-imposed quarantine.
loneliness is the starvation of the soul from the
vital nutrients of relationship
and there are too many
starving hearts
to do nothing.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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