So long since I have been touched.
So long since I have touched another.
So long since I have shared an emotion.
Absence of physical contact.
Absence of emotional support.
Absence of tenderness, kindness,
passion, love or lust.
In a crowd, I am alone.
In life, I am alone.
Always, I am alone.
Every day I help others, yet,
at the end of the day,
alone at empty space I stare —
because for me, there is no one to turn.
I write of the damaged and broken, because that is the norm. For each person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not.