Expression in my poem, read this
Depressive loneliness
All my mates fled the nest
Even my best friend
Came up too fast, got the bends
Now I’m on a ledge
Begging God for a single friend
An ear to lend
A word that’s tender and truly meant
To mend me at my mental
And heart centre
No one was sent me
Deity not sentimental
Pal group thin, like on ozempic
Resort to asking Djinn for help
Even though they’re famously pricks
Want someone who’ll dick around
But stick around when I start frowning
In my own dark thoughts drowning
Should be before a dart board downing
Pints of brown ale gach sathairn
Mood goth, saturnian, that’s my pattern
Guns and no ammo, boat no paddle
Holding court with my shadow
So I don’t feel alone, a stuffed bear
To hold, almost mouldy
Had him since seven years old.
Alchemisland 
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