Multiplying Loneliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Fastidiously searching for a fraction of intimacy, safe and
secure, no trace of rape or selfishness tied hiddenly to
emotional hype.

Wanting to be held, loved, be one's self, finding no one who
cares, silently sitting back, watching others.

Is life really as hopeless and lost as it seems to be?

Multiplying loneliness by the infractions of abuse, growing
inwardly, becoming a reclusive hermit.

Hiding in caverns, deep and dark, afraid to venture out again,
because everything always remains the same as yesterday.

Wishing to be any other way is futile, love can never be found
in this world, it is expressed from hellish nightmares brought
to truth and reality.