autism

Empty soul

fragmented pieces of broken mind

 

 

Dark shadows of loneliness enrapture my soul.

I get lost in these thoughts by the sea.

Loneliness is the last tealeaf at the surface of a mug;

A fragment missing in a jigsaw,

The last person on a train,

The vacant seagull cast aside.

A feeling that begins to ache:

I am kept awake by its sole existence.

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