The fingers of loneliness, like tiny tendrils,
pull me down to the dark depths of dispair.
I reach for arms of love,
threshing in a whirling sea of nothingness,
finding no refuge.
The love once known, gone,
leaving me with the aching
realization of an empty, void existence.
This searing, burning, pain of truth
reaching to the very heart and soul of my being.
Becomes more unbearable as each new day
comes and goes as fleeting wisps of mist.
Fogging my mind, bringing only truth,
a clouded picture, but clear enough to see
That my life is dead,
no hope for tomorrow,
so I can only feel this is my destiny
LONELINESS!!
