It’s always there
Loneliness is a large bowl of yellow custard
that you have no one to share with.
Cooked and topped with cinnamon,
served with black tea and honey.
Decadent and dense with caloric value,
it’ll settle in one belly, instead of two or three.
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No one is themselves lately;
we might be living in mass delusion of sorts.
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A circus, one with kaleidoscopic colors
and a feeling of family and humanity
is one of the only places where you find truth;
a sacred spot.
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I understand now why people like red;
It’s full of passion and carnal humanness.
I always preferred yellow, myself;
daffodils, sunshine, the light emanating from a lamp.
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