Silence so loud my ears can barely take it in.
Pangs of lonely soul longing to be touched by loving hands.
Passion fires release in self pleasure wishing for a shared spirit to connect.
Heart growing weary form desolation and no tactile feel of affection.
Hours turn to weeks then months of flowing emotions with no outlet but self.
Life cutting short from no positive affection received.
Desolation replaces where hope once stood firm.
Angst in place of glee.
Well springs of joy replaced my flowing tears in the night upon pillow meant for sharing but finding only a pillow to receive rivers of plight seeming everlasting.
Many are in such a place with only connection to distant beings in the glow of chat and folly only to go to bed feeling worse from lack of real connection.
Condition mind to correct the path or suffer early grave is warning.
Beings so perfectly formed yet wounded heed the words from universe surrounding.
Humans are meant to feel, connect and mate in the dwelling under sun, moon and clouded night.
Hear the voice of self longing in the twilight and change path to correct or die alone in despondency.
Feel again. Touch again and take risks to connect to those around.
Hearts like us are too numerous to count.
Feel not that you are the only one.
For I too know this well.
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