Loneliness
- Cyndy Bonilla
- Dec 25, 2017
- 1 min read
Loneliness is an empty room
dust floating in the air,
books piled on top of a rusty shelf
flies and ants dead in a corner—
The door locked— no one comes in or out
granite walls that have sharp cracks
echoes trapped and unable to escape
The white, blank space lines of journal on a
hard-scratched wooden table.
A glimpse of sun through the curtains but,
darkness pushes back.
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