My Fatal Disease
By Tara Nicole Walker
12.28.02
What is lonely?
It's an empty ness…
Isn't it?
It is when you feel detached from yourself
Drifting away from even those who would never leave you
Separated from all
Your very own heart and soul having left you
Your mind remaining
So as to experience the complete agony
One time is all it takes to know what is wrong
But why it's wrong
We shall never be told
Nor shall we find out ourselves
Lingering through time and space in a futile search
Completely alone
Those holding our hearts seem to drift away slowly
As we enter into an unwilling state of solitude
Wrenched from all we know
To drift aimlessly in the open space of our own lonely world
Hollow and empty
No gravity – no atmosphere – no breath to cry out
A black hole sucks our hopes – our dreams – our tears
Our very lives our very existence
The root word for "lonely" is now "long"…
Longing is what loneliness is wrapped around…
What it consists of – what it breathes as a living thing
Loneliness is the parasite and we are the host
Loneliness – my fatal disease