of being alone;
is most often felt
swallowed up
by smothering crowds
of humanity
or at a family reunion
where it becomes
painfully obvious
you have nothing
in common
with even your own kin
or sometimes
it manifests
while in bed
with the wife drooling
on the pillow case
and making guttural noises
as you lie quietly,
patiently, painfully
still
so as not to disturb
the tenuous slumber
that usually follows
a ridiculously,
frivolous
fight.
Ben Rasnic currently resides in Bowie, Maryland. Author of four published collections (three available from amazon.com), Ben's poems have been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize.
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