The Tyranny Of Loneliness

I feel lonely and empty when darkness comes;
tho I don’t know the reason why;
storm clouds approaching; sound like drums;
as though someone is about to die.

There’s a special emptiness; living alone;
without a life partner or pet;
my special retreat, is no longer a home;
and my heart, beats with regret.

I think of every mistake that I’ve made;
on failed premises; I had relied;
I shall carry such memories to my grave;
devastated, that others had cried.

There is no one to talk to; only a phone;
it’s much like talking to a machine;
I can’t even describe the tyranny, alone;
like living a permanent bad dream.

Even sleep won’t allow me a second chance;
new bad memories are brought to light;
though I seek to dream of love and romance;
I can only see the darkness at night.

Some happy memories are among the worst;
understanding they weren’t meant to last;
sometimes it seems as tho all lives are cursed;
that good times only live in the past.

All loneliness is sorrows, simply multiplied;
we were never meant to be alone;
for such lonely souls; the Master died;
and, in death, God calls us home.

Monty 10/11/24. # 2,387