Loneliness is the old woman walking home with her shopping bags,
She is a solitary recluse, cut off from the world with no family;
Friendless with the exception of the ancient cat waiting for her return,
Her home is full of tattered memories from a past life.
Loneliness is the man who goes for a small coffee every single day,
He is always by himself and seems so forlorn and sad, withdrawn;
The only person he spoke to today was the server who took his order,
Her friendliness is the only joy in his life this day.
Loneliness is the emptiness of so many souls in this world of ours,
Having selected to live the life of hermits rather than change;
They walk this world shadows of what they were or could be again,
Living within their own thoughts and heartbreaks.
Loneliness is the solitary person dying alone, companionless,
It was not always so, once upon a time they had bright dreams;
O, so many dreams but the dreams had long ago dried up,
And with a faint sigh, secluded they finally let go
October 10, 2013
For the contest, Faces Of Loneliness, Frank H