
This Is The Burn Of Loneliness
The longing roars through my heart
Kindled by the woodiness in a glass and the stuffy smell of cigarette smoke.
It fires my throat and ignites the dying embers, pulsating with desire and rhythm.
Calling me to hear its untold stories, to flame its fading heat.
I extinguish it before it scalds me in its intensity.
Sparks are not allowed near the smoldering remains.
As laughter flickers in the background.
With sadness and emptiness, I remember
The burn of loneliness.
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