loneliness pulled against my skin
loneliness plants the seeds
loneliness held me and stroked my cheek
loneliness had to leave
had to leave.
alone i pulled against my skin
alone i plant the seeds
the withered rush is a tool to use
solitude will bloom
stay with me. don’t leave
loneliness cracked my blooming ribs
and exposed the heart of what this is
loneliness pulled with guiding hands
like a dream, wiped the slate clean
but it will leave.
i am the leaves
falling
from the tree of series
i am the leaves.
from a distance, solitude reminds me
not to envy bliss