Alone short poem

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Loneliness is a quirky companion.
Sometimes plunging you into cold depths,
where death and despair awaits
And in a single beat of the heart
Lifts you to the skies of delirious joy,
taking you for a spin among the stars.
Sometimes love’s tender touch,
Vicious hands at your throat, strangling,
Making you beg for air, sometimes.
Scorching heat of a midsummer day,
or the first cool winds of an autumn,
blowing off the black clouds of a sleepless night.
An octopus dragging you into a sea of black,
Or butterflies of all hues,flitting across your heart.
Lost and lone in a crowd, or holding
the universe in your palm.
Hating it when alone,
And longing for it in a crowd
We continue our love hate relation
I and my secret companion.

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so true!


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