May 2017
A constant companion that I know all to well,
No shadows following wherever I go.
No other life to show and tell.
It is with me
Though no one I see.
Where do I put this thing called lonely?
Who do I share when it is me only?
It follows me around
Wherever I go,
It makes not a sound
And it weighs on me so.
The God I know is always with me
But he has not a breath
And even though he does give comfort, you see,
He is God, in a way as lonely as me.
Isn’t that why creation, is not that why you and I?
He turned nothing into something
And if you ask him why
He will say it was in the name of love.
I question not the reasoning
When he says it was lonely above.
But not one breath can I create –
I am not God.
So must I trust it to fate?
This seems so odd.
Through the long lonely night the lonely shares my pillow.
Always there
Somewhere between a heart that is shallow
And another one that is where?
Does anyone understand what this is all about?
Does anyone care enough to stand up and shout?
I don't even know how to begin
When these walls have sunk so far within.
The walls keeping the lonely in ahead
Of everything else instead?
But from the depths of the shadows of my soul
I rise above the darkness that follows
And look back through the old
And feel it within me - what could have been
If only life had a chance to begin.
But these things, are not meant to be.
For it's just me and the lonely.
That's all I can see.
I suppose everyone knows the lonely. Here I turn the adjective into a noun accepting it or giving it a personality. Like a ghost not only following me but also inhabiting me. Once that is accomplished - giving it personhood - then I can begin to conquer it. Otherwise it's just an adjective describing me.
(M/Georgia, USA)
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