The Loneliness

 Over all the times it’s me more alone than not

Rather than surrounded by others

Or clinging to a lover’s embrace

I ran today, I mean yesterday

We went up then down the road

Me alone, enough, quite a bit

At first the worst, then decreases, decreased

I collected Conan

The super version of me, us, humanity

The lone wanderers

Like the finny Groo

From my comics

And my past

So often times lonely

So I recount

It through tales

To reconnect with others

And stave off the alone time

No longer isolated

But loved and almost beloved

Thinking of those by themselves outside in the cold.