Give Blood

i carry my loneliness around with me,

the same way a mother carries her new born

tucked in between my chest sheltered from the wind

i hate the wind. like the mother’s new born

my loneliness grows heavier with time, who knew

loneliness could age

heavy

i’ve been trying for years to put my loneliness on a diet

its an overwhelming weight

obesity kills from the inside

my organs are fatigue, my heart is fragile, frail

in need of assistance

life support is no good to me, i feel like i’ve supporting life for 10 years now

carrying its landscape on spine, hoping to one day straighten out my life

my loneliness slipped from my grip

i juggle for a few milliseconds

my spine is already bent, so i’m closer to the ground

thats an advantage, its not enough, its not enough

cracked

head

on the pavement

loneliness bleeds

please, give blood