Once again

Loneliness, a heart with a hole.
Like happiness, tore from the soul.
The burning pain, that fills my being.
With solitude, that's never fleeing.
I reach my hand out, to be forsaken.
Alone and scared, for its never taken.
Each day I wake, filled with dread.
And wonder about, this life I've lead.
No companions, nary a friend.
A crimeless sentence, until the end.
The price I pay, for my silent cry?
Isolation, till the day I die.
If you hear my plea, then take command.
Take a chance, and take my hand.

Written by Humble Bill Beucher

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