The cure

Escaping this feeling must be impossible.
For it haunts and stalks like a crazed killer.
Taunting me with its mystical power to invoke, distort and eliminate all other feeling in my body.
This feeling, numbing in nature, hurls my sense of security and invades my hope. It laughs at me.
Lonely.
And as lonely as one could possibly get.
Yearning for a lover, distorted by mist and fog.
How the days seems so long and grow more tiresome everyday i spend away from you.
And there is this feeling. I try to chase it away but he only laughs. And invokes my past and makes me feel every inadequacy again and again.
Tanting and taunting it makes my mind dance of demons who tale tales of what could of been.
Yes i am lonely.
And the demons are no help.
They creep and never sleep, awaiting the moment that i let them in.
And i let them in.
Crazy it seems, at the time that they’ll ease the pain of this distance.
But they only use me up from the inside out and make me feel the true emptiness. They slide around my internal conception of what i am. They disfigure my self image and attempt to drown who i once hoped to be.
So yes i am lonely.
And the only thing that keeps me is the promise of time and the notion that i’m not alone in my loniless. I heard to be alive is to be lonly. So i sit and wait for the day that you return and we’ll be one. My only hope is to cope and realize that this feeling comes from within, so so must the cure.