I listen to the tick-tock of time,
And see it pass, as I lie on my bed,
Dreams, peace, all elude me,
Sleep I cannot, lost in time it is.

The constant screeching of silence,
Makes me close my ears.
I try to escape from the pain,
Words and speech I want to hear.

Solitude, oh my friend,
Go, go away, I need you no more.
Your proximity now hurts,
It sears and pokes my soul.

Bleeding I am, as loneliness haunts,
Warmth is what I need,
And some laughter, some love.
Solitude, go, go away.

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