Edginess

The cutting edge of alone-ness
is slowly whittling away
at my resolve... my strength
wanes at times leaving me
feeling small and defenseless
I harp at those living under my roof
innocent as they are to any
wrongdoing, just wanting affection
and a piece of my time
while no one else
seems to have time for me
so the blade of one needing one
grows dull and rusting
from nonuse
memories of emotions
fleeting through the dark
alone