Alone

                              I am cold and alone in my mind,
                                 and long for someone to warm me.
                              Vulnerability shrouds my consciousness
                                 like the sullen clouds of a storm.
                              I want to embrace the freedom of thought
                                 that seems to elude me so easily.
                              To acknowledge my successes,
                                 and share them without concern.
                              Self-pity looms ominously,
                                 contaminating my every thought.
                              My expectations of love become surrealistic,
                                 lost in the midst of reality and fantasy.
                               I am cold and alone in my mind.
                                 Crying out...yet, I am not heard.
                               Won't someone hear my sorrow,
                                  and simply hold me through the pain...       

	

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