Oh Darling Calamitous

Loneliness is an aberrant sort of thing.
It creeps up on you, so quiet and still.
It stays with you from night to day.
In the dark hours, as you sleep,
It sits at your bedside and strokes your head.
It wraps around every organ and limb of your body and squeezes
So tight that you are so so so close to suffocation.
So close to no longer hearing your heart thunder every time
It brings its soft fingers to the conscious hairs at the back of your neck.
You can feel the tremble beneath your skin that spreads through your blood.
It’s your counterpart from hour to hour
Which begins to feel like months,
Which turn into years,
Which you can only count in seconds now.
It paralyzes you just by holding your hand.
It pursues you in amaranthine torture wherever you go.
Whatever you do, it yanks you back down next to it so you can no longer be
Outside of its cold cold grasp.
Your inventory of words disappear
Because you can’t fight yourself with just 26 letters.
When you want to challenge it, look it in the eye, and live without, you find
Yourself at a loss.
Loneliness is Beelzebub.
Loneliness is wretched.
Loneliness loves me.
Loneliness is my only friend.