All Alone
Loneliness...
Such a mild word to quantify what my mind feels,
Such an insipid word which provides no effect
In the narration my tale of loneliness,
Words cannot quantify what courses through my veins
Rather let it be left crude and unrefined
For in the crudeness of what I feel
Lies the essence of what I feel:
Loneliness in its true form.
I longed for the warmth of the hug of a companion,
But I received only the cold breeze of winter on my chest,
A constant reminder that I am all alone.
Resoundingly hollow my innards feel,
A constant reminder that I am all alone,
I longed for friends,
But all I got was a pack of backstabbers,
Who stabbed me in the back and abandoned me,
With a touch of professionalism,
'Twas no shoddy job for I still bear the marks of rejection and betrayal,
A constant reminder that I am all alone
Holed up I am in a corner,
Held by the shackles of loneliness,
I have become a stagnant river
Which shall not move e'en though the tide doth ebb me
For loneliness has sapped what little energy I have left,
Dear friend, as you read of my plight, I prithee
Spare me no pity or beg of me to mingle with the pack once more
For I shall not be dragged out of my hole to be stabbed once more,
So I prithee, dear friend, leave me in the solace of loneliness,
For I find more solace in her company
Than I shall ever find in a world of traitors.
I am all alone.
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