Loneliness adds to the beauty and colours of life
In music blissful tunes invite you to trance
Spooning the notes, sorrow begins it’s sweet dance
Loneliness is the language for expressing the pain
Feeling unwanted uncared for names yelled in vain
Wearing a cloak of darkness a poverty of self
Neglected alone on an old dusty shelf
Mechanical strides on a long weary path
Wearing an impenetrable happy weathered mask
If loneliness had a voice would it be angry and loud
Hoping someone would notice, stand out in the crowd
Or quite as a mouse hoping not to disturb
Softly sinking in anonymity unperturbed
If loneliness had a colour would it be dark as night
Or grey as the dawn, bleached out all white
Loneliness enhances the colours of nature
Pricking eyes wide open in attentive stature
The deafening noise of exquisite finds
Sunsets burning brighter singhing the mind
The air smells richer incredibly dense
The glory of solitude all making sense
Inhaling despair, solitude disappears
In the terror of monotony you find your fears
If loneliness had a face would it be sad and tearing
Or envious and aching one to be fearing
Skin taut with despair cheeks hollowed with pain
The body a visceral diary of self pitiful strain
Unyielding to touch as if it would be too much
The visions of happiness and love once known
Leaving you hollow and more terribly alone
Yet in loneliness the deepest thoughts begin
The layers of sin knowing your own skin
You discover visions in obscurity, golden gimmicks
The quest for fulfillment with endless limits
With profound repose you look back at your journey
Contemplating what you did with all the learning
To be faced now with the void of a solo path
Wondering how much longer you can endure and last
When all actions are gone leaving you motionless
Loneliness will be whistling its horrid best
A slow death is upon you and it is called sorrow
Wondering if you will get through tomorrow
Poem by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)
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