Walking down empty streets with an empty heart,
searching, seeking ,
with an almost animal lust and desperation
some form of human contact,
a friendly smile, a helping hand,
a sign of caring,
a sign that I even exist in this cold, harsh land,
walking, walking, no destination,
walking, walking, empty heart,
deep sorrow, angry, hurtful tears flow freely from a well of emptiness,
deep within a ravaged soul, crying out loudly,
silently, for love, for comfort, but no one comes, ever ........
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