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Alone Is So Lonely
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Pain/Ilness Its worse than lonely,
its agonizing.
It seems I have no one
to call friend
in the actuality of life.
Not in the sense
of 'in person' friendships.
No one to go out
for a cup of coffee with,
no one to share tidbits
of gossip with.
No one to simply talk to.
I sit here,
day after day,
alone in my aloneness,
longing for the companionship
of a true friend.
My phone sits quite,
save for bill collectors
and long distance carriers,
who speak to you
as though they know you.
These damn diseases keep me
a prisoner
under this house arrest.
I may as well be shackled
to the walls that surround me.
Driving,
is out of the question,
thanks to meds
and eyes
that refuse to see clearly.
Being out in the sun
entails a risk in itself.
For Lupus and the sun are enemies
and do not get along
very well.
So,
I'm a recluse here.
No way to get out
and no one coming in.
They tend to keep their distance
when 'disease' is learned of.
As if
they could somehow
catch it from me,
by merely being,
my friend.
