Ancient Loneliness

Everything you take is like a photograph.

Now I have nothing left.

No more angles, no more stories, no more positions or movement.

I am solid. A staue gone unidolized in a crowd at a museum.

They forgot what I am made of,

They forgot my name.

Everything captured, has not been emptied. 

A build up of raging cells in a volcano stir and erupt in my brain.

And when I dream, I can't wake up.

I have to face the monsters I've been shielding all day long.

Abandonment

My heart clings, you leave.
It stings.

You go away.
You never come back.
We never speak again.

My heart is left with a permanent mark.
A reminder to not get close to people.

I could never understand why goodbye's have been so difficult for me.
But I realize now. Im alone.

The few I have let in, the few I were close with that meant everything to me, disappeared.
I lose faith.
And start to believe that I am meant to be alone.

The guards grow, I will never escape this cave I've surrounded myself with.

But everyone else will...