Where's Loneliness?

and you heard it how i told her
she must free herself from her own depression she is too old for it
fifteen years, twenty another ten and she is not worth it anymore
sorrow overwhelming can be wasteful, sadness seeping is simply a sagging
surge of a salvaged symphony,
quit, it is quiet, quite a quilt of guilt,
quit, now, depression does not deserve her, she is too weak for an escape,
going down to your own knees and beg that you must be
lamenting forever, when lament knows how to lament by itself alone.
where's loneliness? is it inside you always and alone with you?
girl, this is not the rules of the game.
nature says, everything is temporary, nothing is permanently prim
nothing is permanently prime, someone goes down and another one
goes up, you are down under, and it is surprising
why,
your only tendency now is to go up, why deny yourself such a right?
go girl, go up, opt for sanity, be dandy
be groovy, take the new haircut, the sleazy one,
buy yourself a new dictionary of life and find the words
fit for your style this year. You're the ox and it is your year.
where's loneliness? it is no longer inside you.

I swear.
Gladness also knows how to steal you from the cruel
fingers of your foes.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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