loneliness

it is the emptiness of a room 
that can not be filled with music, 
laughter, wine nor ecstacy.

the cold wind that blows out 
the flickering light.  a shadow 
of the past that comes hauntingly 
on those cold and rainy nights.


it is the cruel flashes of painful 
memories,of dreams that could 
have been. loneliness is a cheat.

it opens wide the portals of tantalizing, 
exciting temptation, happily offering an 
escape in the bottle or solace in the 
arms of ecstacy only to leave one 
deeper in misery. 





 
it is the deafening 
silence of the night, 
the frightening wind 
of a stormy weather,
the echo of footsteps 
along isolated 
corridors or lonely 
streets.

loneliness is a 
haunting melody that 
vibrates through 
the whole being, in 
waking hours, in sleep, in dreams.

it is a long stairway to meditation, 
strewn  with pieces of broken dreams. 
rising and disappearing with each 
smoke ring are forgotten promises, 
of hopes, of a life that could have been.

it is the yellow streak of jealousy 
that knits the heart in misery and pain.
the blank stare at the ceiling, at the 
far horizon and vast nothingness.

loneliness is a fatal blow of frustration,
a rebel in crowded places, amid laughter 
and song, leaves the eyes always 
searching, searching..

Loneliness...
you are so much a part of life.
Who has not known your cold embrace.


  
  
Moon photo,courtesy of flickie.com
Lonely avenue photo- red bubble.com