Silence
Cold as ice,
I shiver at night.
Tears stream down my face.
No one notices.
My invisibility blooms like a patch of lotuses.
Desperation overtakes my desolation.
I scream.
I shout.
No one comes.
No one cares.
Now forever,
I am theirs.
Succumbed to the isolation.
I prefer it that way.
I bask in my loneliness,
to this very day.
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