"Loneliness"

When a lollipop is snatched from the hand of a child,

and he wails till his lungs tire and his eyes are red,

yet still with an empty hand:

Do we not feel that emptiness as well

even if just a lollipop seems so insignificant?

Maybe it isn't,

but at that very moment it means so much to the child.

He will not rest till he tires himself,

as we will not rest till we fulfill that emptiness.

It's a coil of bad luck at our ankles that no one wants.

It is a shackle, binding us to the corridor of nothing.

It has a name that we do not wish to ever utter.

Loneliness.

The feeling that wraps us like a blanket in the cold;

a fear that everyone fears the most is loneliness.

Not having that someone by your side near the fire,

or simply not being able to take in that breath without feeling the emptiness of it.

One cannot live with the thought of never loving,

never being loved,

or with the on standing of you're the outcast.

Loneliness.

It envelopes so many in such a way that we're blind to it.

Yet, we still know how it lingers,

creeping into our beds as a bad dream in the midst of night.

How constant a reminder it can be.