Lonesome confinement


Lately the days are lonesome
some, more so:
solace left the world.
Worldwide, the people long for
forthcoming, actual contact:
tactile, truthful sensations have all fled now.
Nowhere can I find them...
They are the illusions of someday,
days, with no confinement.

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