George's Writing
Loneliness
The ebb of loneliness creeps over the
Pure and loyal in heart, when a friend is gone.
The only truth beyond the soul is that a cloud is lit,
And cold when your worth is on its weight.
The grip and pull of nothingness,
Is greater than the might and braw of flesh.
For loneliness is and always,
The death of happiness.
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