It’s more cold than a winter breeze.
Vacant than a logged field of trees.
Sad than a crying clown.
Painful than a thorned crown.
Endless than the moon’s orbit,
Mournful than a child’s obit.
Wrenching than a hangman’s noose.
Vengeful than an upset goose.
Frustrating than a stubborn stain.
Uncomfortable than lower back pain.
Crippling than the most intense stress.
Is fucking goddamn loneliness.