The collateral damage of loneliness

A tariff on the feelings we export

On what principle of this debt do we offend?

On what vice do we subjugate or report?

It’s one thing to know

That you are aware

It’s another thing to not know

As you silently stare

If we negotiate our values

To numb what we feel

What price will we pay?

At the altar of circumstance when we kneel?

“Eleanor Rigby

Died in a church and was buried alone with her name

Nobody came

Father McKenzie

Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave

No one was saved “

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DCG