The Loneliness of the Long Distance

I have forged a chain of
indecency and it is strangling me
that my heart, free as a bird, is
not free and we are trapped
within me, blinded and unsinging.

Here is a place with no
face and voice to comfort me
and rank depression
is far from me it is
loneliness the killer thing

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