Having no one to love
Having no one to love
Warps a man’s words
Phantasms fill the void
& his mind smelly as a tip
Loneliness distorts
His arms which should hold are empty
His lips chapped & sore
His body to rack & ruin
Cynicism lights up like a phone in a concert hall
As Edie Brickell put it all those years ago
“Man I need a hand to hold”
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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