Lonely Within

I find myself living in a lonely season;
and it seems that it never ends;
suddenly devoid of purpose and reason;
a cloud of depression descends.

Why am I still hear; what is my purpose;
why is loneliness meant to be?
When will reason suddenly surface;
granting me the vision to see?

Have I, somehow, some lessons to learn;
or have I been destined to teach?
I must ignore those passions, that burn;
there are others; I need to reach.

For there are a great many others, lonely;
just like me; they feel all alone;
many think that it is just them; only;
awaiting death to call them home.

We’ve become attached to a physical world;
the place where our spirits roam;
but this kingdom is an illusion of light unfurled;
bearing no true semblence of home.

We think we’re lonely; and no longer belong;
tho none can determine the reason;
we resist not the evil; but just go along;
so death shall occur in season.

Loneliness doesn’t come by us looking out;
God didn’t leave us; we arrogantly left him;
we’re not lonely for a love from without;
we miss God’s love within.

Monty 11/10/24. # 2,435