Wanderings: Life And Poetry

Loneliness

There is an aching feeling that comes
from an empty chair, a blank face, an absent soul.
I feel the pain strongly at night
when lights are out and vulnerability seeps in.

I couldn't decipher why
I don't find it as enticing.
But when loneliness appear and I face the world again,
I ascertain the pain that comes from being my own chaos.

To not share a hug with anyone.
To not call up a number when happiness knocks.
To not feel the love I read in fiction.
To not live like they do.

There is an aching feeling that comes
from being alone.
It is the fear of
never experiencing love before I reach oblivion.