When loneliness came nude
Clad with no name.
But garbed with an acrid smell of hormonal change.
I felt everything.
And my hollow mind fed with wild thoughts.
I decided to give it a leeway.
But oh good heavens!
Creativity was an opportunist,
as it cashed in on the stench.
And prunned my wild thoughts.
Ingenious ideas came bearing good tidings.
Clothed with prospects.
But starved of any feasibility.
I felt everything again.
And the bleakest hope eluded my wits.
I decided to throw in the towel.
Then, like a lightening,
it struck me.
Harry you have to try,
before you give up.
Thank you for reading. What can you do when loneliness comes knocking hard on your door?
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