Title: The Pit of Lonliness
Some people mope about loneliness,
About missing a loved one,
But do they know what loneliness is?
For even when they are apart from the one they love,
They know that they love and are loved by that person.
Have they ever known true loneliness, true emptiness?
The feeling that you are alone in this world?
Like I have?
I am always alone, and have always been alone
I have no one to love, and have not in a long time.
I have no one to share my thoughts with,
To talk to and be understood when no one else is there,
For all that I love, does not love me back, and never will.
In my darkness of mind and soul,
I have no spark of light to keep me sane, keep me normal.
All I have is darkness, the darkness of despair,
And loneliness...emptiness.
I long for one to love, one who will love me back,
But I fear that it never will be,
For no one truly knows who I am, and so, no one can love who I am.
I long for that, which will never be mine,
A human fault that I have, we most want what we can not have.
For me, it is as E. A. Poe says in one of his poems
“And all that I have ever loved,
I have loved alone"
Why is it that those of use that long for a true love,
Or for love at all,
Are, to most, considered unlovable?
Why?
Is it because the darkness is so great that none can see through it,
Or am I just not "right" for anyone?
As I long for love,
I know that it shall not be mine,
And I mourn...
I mourn for the love that I could have had, had I been someone else,
And not myself.
Loneliness and emptiness are the worst of all emotions,
For they alone can not be shoved aside, forgotten about,
But stay and eat you from the inside out,
Until you do not remember why you still live,
Or for whom you still live.
I know... I know loneliness and emptiness better than anyone,
For they are the emotions I know the best,
The emotions I have always known,
The emotions that I live with all the time.
For, to me, love is just an idle dream.
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