Finding Virtue in Loneliness

As the piano notes 

Rise and fall 

My being pangs

With loneliness

My voice tries to call out

But the words don’t come

Just stuttering

Watching from a distance 

Shunned and stunted 

Visions of the past 

Pretend to hold me up 

To support me

Masking themselves 

As my friends 

Spectres of good feelings 

Hollowed out and replaced

With sinister sentiments 

And so 

With the daily grating

Of my spirit 

Whilst listening 

To their haranguing

I submit

To something far above myself 

To something virtually unhuman

Virtue

Author: Jack Bennett

Born in Torbay, living in Bristol. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

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