Same hand touches same side thigh;
Every turn in the night a void
But black in the dark has a light –
The depth in the day is faith.
Big toe pencils over new toes;
Discovers strangeness in the night
But to fill a void, the sheets
Shared; if only for right now.
Same hand touches same side eye;
Wipes the water from the light,
Strength comes from within
And depth carries into the night. ~
Loneliness is a thing of struggle. Remarkably content in the solitude: the liberty and introspect it seeds. However, loneliness can also be remarkably devastating in the nothingness; a lack of any hint of something organic, genuine. Loneliness has a way of making one ever doubtful or ever in denial; and as said, constantly struggling
(Side Note: As many of you already know, WP does not allow you to force line breaks. Therefore, imagine stanzas in the poem, as they would typically be).