I am lonely
It aches, piercing like a brain freeze
but slow and monotonously wretched
like the squelching of mud filled shoes
It’s burns like a forest fire, but yet
is as inexorable and liquid as drowning.
It’s a pressing need, urgent and relentless
like a bladder in need of emptying
but at the heart, a lack, a hunger that
rivals the desire for food, water or even air.
The curse of curses, to be lonely is to be alone
whether in a crowd or deserted island.
To be lonely is to be hungry, starving but unable
Loneliness, the darker sister of love
hated as she, love, is loved by all.
To be lonely is a disgrace, a lack must be filled
so she, loneliness is discarded for love
time and time again, most not caring to know,
is this love right, but ask rather
this is love, right?
We fling ourselves into love, leaping without cords
into the great unknown because it’s better to love,
but what happens when love turns dark
and wine drunk sweet sours to bitter vinegar
When thoughtless leaps lands in the thorn bush
without the sweet smelling roses for company
Do we hate the darker sister so much as to die
rather than to learn to live with her?
To be lonely is to dance on the razor blade of life,
feeling the intensity of lack but appreciating the fill
To be lonely is to stand on the edge of the precipice,
bile filled throat, as the cold wind tears at your skin
To be lonely is to dive deep, deep down, breathless
and stay waiting in the depths for nirvana
To be lonely is to run until your body screams in agony,
mile after relentless mile waiting for the high
To be lonely is to curl up alone on a cold winter night,
crack open a world and try to forget
To be lonely is to wait, not knowing what the future holds
Loneliness is the darker sister of love,
darker in her subtlety and craft
but no worse than the ravenous beast
She is the pause between life and death,
the ache between hunger and satiation
and the pang between love and loss
Loneliness is waiting, loneliness is life
Loneliness is Ok.