2/16/2019
lost in the land of lonely souls
a drifter, i wander, looking
for something... anything...
breathe companionship into my lungs
suffocating in the land of lonely souls
the air, thin, is sucked from my lungs;
i gasp for the feeling of friendship
i pass other lonely souls
dead on the sidewalk, who couldn't
find the air to breathe.
maybe lonely souls are meant
to be lonely, to live and die alone
maybe that's what we want