Of creatures cursed, forgotten by God, loneliness treats with no man <br />but lays the rules and decides later, deals out the fatal hand <br /> <br />Loneliness writes for us letters that make us turn and run <br />that score our backs like whips and hide our faces from the sun <br /> <br />Loneliness is a living thing with cold and very strong fingers <br />with a powerful and persuasive singing voice, with a smell that lingers <br /> <br />It thrives on solitary thoughts, it eats its way through ones' bones <br />Loneliness is a sad monarch who sits upon shame like a throne<br /><br />clarence brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-daily-dread/
