Loneliness – haiku

heart bolted locked up
against feeling against light
fear the doorkeeper


the loneliest thing
dying alone on the street
of dignity shorn


when you packed and left
did you have to take hope too
and that ray of light


I can feel darkness
press coldly against my eyes
like fists of ice


C'mon, don't be a silent spectator ....

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