Loneliness emerges from the depths of my being and swallows me whole. 
No mercy is shown to the one who swims aimlessly in despair.
A shadow, all alone I scream my troubling thoughts into the void.
Yet I am not heard.
Without a fight I am taken hostage to an island of solitary chaos. 
"It must not be that bad" I say "You harbor your feelings until they explode into pointless metaphors across the page" 
I fall in sorrow, hurt by my own harsh words
Dusty cobwebs are crocheted over my heart.
It seems a lifetime has passed since I Iast felt it beat.
The lock rusted and worn yet still strong.
With all these unwanted burdens I carry it is sure to break. 
I let go of the feelings I carry and make friends with the stars.
Nothing can be felt if it is forcefully numbed with oblivion.