
Loneliness
Loneliness black as the volcanic rock!
A deadly morass of emotional shock,
A wilderness landscape with deviltry crazed,
And cursed with a long-broken clock.
Loneliness foul as a forest on fire,
Yearning for some ray of hope to transpire,
Caught in a foot-crunching, cruelly set trap,
My hopelessness deadly and dire.
Loneliness travelling through me with pain,
Blighting my body and wracking my brain,
Yesterday’s weight like an anvil of steel,
Memories sad that remain.
Loneliness throbbing like limbs overworked,
By terrified thoughts I am jostled and jerked,
Reeling again from the nothing within,
The love of my brother now shirked.
Loneliness dank as the caves down below,
My hope borne away in a fast undertow,
Bandits marauding in lawlessness lost,
My face now as blanched as the snow.
Loneliness echoing through the abyss,
Thinking of all of the friends that I miss,
Paralysed here in unending disdain,
With only a sad devil’s kiss.
Loneliness dark as a storm in the night,
Thunderclaps rousing sharp pangs of affright,
Woebegone, shipwrecked and stranded at sea,
Bemoaning, bewailing my plight!
Loneliness shrouding my spirit like mist,
Longing for every fair maid that I kissed!
The wan sickle moon wryly frowning above,
With contempt that will never desist.
Loneliness deeper than oceans of blue,
Here, on the cliff, I don’t know what to do,
Looking to heaven but harboured in hell,
Bereft of an answer or clue.
Loneliness leaping like flickering flame,
Burning me with its unbearable claim,
All of my being now blackened and charred,
The future begrudging my name.
Loneliness cold as the ice on the sea,
Pitiful doldrums enveloping me,
Spiteful and spent in a silence of doom,
Praying to God on my knee.
Loneliness shrill as the banshees that scream,
Wholly bereft in a nightmarish dream,
Lost and forsaken in galling unease,
My temper as scorching as steam.
Loneliness branded upon my fair skin,
Starkly afflicting my kith and my kin,
Strangers connected in vessels of flesh,
Disbanded and lost in the din.
Loneliness bold and vociferous loud,
Claiming my person and gloating aloud,
Petrified here, like a statue of stone,
Satan triumphant and proud…
AD Lovkis