Lonely I am and more myself
Like a phantom wandering ghost.
Visible only to those I care for,
To the eyes I love the most.

Lonely yes, but not alone,
In the heart of a trusting dome,
I find the reason for happiness,
And bliss I find in a poem.

Lonely I am, peaceful at last,
In the gentle hands of a creed,
They lift me up and nourish me
They give me all I need.

Lonely I am but relieved!!!

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