Little disturbs the silence of my solitude
As loneliness engulfs me
As visible, as palpable
as any fog anyone ever saw.
It soaks into my soul;
It distorts and clouds my vision.
I can't see people and things.
I can't see life clearly, realistically.
Loneliness constrains me
and prevents others from seeing me.
Sometimes, sometimes the sun of another's kindness,
Of a kindness I have done to them, burns through
And surely as the sun will rise tomorrow,
I know it will again.
But tonight—tonight's a chilly, gloomy night.
I find no comfort or warmth.
Copyright © Jennie Baron