i don't. <br />i hold hands with loneliness <br />dine with it <br />sleep with it <br />defecate with it <br />live with it <br />throughout my entire life <br /> <br />i lie with it and laugh with it <br />i bathe with it <br />and dry with it <br />i dress and undress myself <br />in front of it <br />i watch tv with loneliness <br />and drink my glass of vodka <br />with loneliness <br />everyday, the whole year round. <br /> <br />i have learned to love it. <br />i live with it, around and above it. <br />i am familiar with it. <br />and so <br />i do not fear it <br />it is my companion, <br />wife, and lover, and <br />conscience, <br />and perhaps even <br />my god. <br />i am loneliness. <br />shall i fear <br />myself then <br />throughout my <br />life? <br /> <br />i guess, death is also <br />loneliness. <br />i guess, no one escapes <br />this word...loneliness. <br /> <br />in fact, it is a sentence.<br /><br />Sebastian Soberania<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-fears-loneliness/
