IN THIS LIFE

Suddenly feelings of loneliness

cause me to be soft-spoken.

My wants cower over my needs.

A place to fit, a body to love

and watch over.

Emptiness instead, this void

that I hold in my possession,

but desperately want to set free.

I walk down the halls

picturing the clouds hover

around me, willing me to be

a goddess for a while.

An escapade, off to some distant land

as I pretend to be a different character.

And again, I avoid all necessities.

I’m alone in a corner of existence...

no one watches over me.