Sometimes
My loneliness beats me
Down to the ground hard and rough
I drown in its emptiness
No one to speak with
No one to hold
But worse
I’m not first choice
Not even I choose me
I find my tears warm me and ridicule me
Console me and dissolve me
They are my only friend
And like mama Nagat
She lived with her silence
Morphing it into illness as a way to get attention
I have no ways
I must simply
Remain
Still
No calls will save
No human can come now
No voice can be heard that fills the void
Just
Still
Is all you can be
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