Panic Shaped L

Loneliness is a feathered cage
Where golden rays of the sun
Turn silver-grey in the shadows

Thunder rumbles in a distant dream
A window where I peak the lightning
Flames dance around in the grass

I hate the chains that shackle my soul
I bend the bars of my imagination each night
I humble myself to feel, what never was

It is a feeling I’ve felt, I know it so well
It grips my mind, it yellows my nerve
Loneliness is the heart’s silent implosion

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