Perhaps,

Perhaps,

as it seems

I am in fact alone

alone in this world

alone in my room

alone in my mind

totally and utterly alone

and you stand there

with an army behind you

and family roots holding you steady

telling me I’m not alone

when I’m trapped in the cage of my own mind

telling me to stand on my feet

when the tears of loneliness

have buried me deep within the ground to rot

like a dead tree only held up by its structure

I’m a dead human held up upon two rotting feet

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