Lonely isn’t solitude,
The empty room or quiet mood,
Lonely is words of useless speech,
That get twisted, contorted and fail to reach,
Lonely isn’t watching the hours go by,
There is company in earth and sky,
It is desperately trying only to say,
Failing again, drifting farther away,
Sinking in words with nowhere to go,
They’re scattered and wasted, it’s always so,
Lonely is never the silent walk,
It only exists when I try to talk,
Softly or harshly, try as I might,
Somehow jumbled, I can’t say it right,
I’m never lonely when I’m on my own,
It’s when we’re together, that I’m alone.

JDoyle