Loneliness Makes Loudest Noise

Found on a pedestal, or hold, loneliness bends to isolation. For silent walls to speak so comfort, felt with validation. Feel the waves of silence as apathy chills you to the bone. Few relish in self-centredness, or a self-sufficiency cloned. Imagine all the comfortless-ones lost in the system’s cracks. Nothing is as crystal clear for deeper introspection’s facts. Sorrow, the time you’ve taken, you’ll not be here tomorrow! Loneliness makes awkward quirks of intentions so shallow. Life dies inside when there’s no others willing to befriend. A non-existing of self-worth which begins to condescend... There’s no pleasure without communication for possibility. Opaque gray clouds can permeate, hiding love’s true validity. What good is skilful listening for loquacity, or laryngitis? It's like slapping a bandaid over the colour of Yellow-Jondus. Sadness comes when we're forsaken by those sadly threatened. As empty fellowship declares to annul its claim to rescind.