Loneliness

Lonely is the last thought
We think before we sleep.
Lonely are the things we bought,
We wish to always keep.
Lonely is the only star—
That shines through the night,
Burning fathomless reaches afar,
Sitting alone at its great height.

Lonely is the last bird
Perched atop the tree.
Likened to a hope deferred
Swallowed by the sea.
Loneliness is everywhere.
In everything you see.
Lonely is the burden to bear
That we could not foresee.

Lonely is the broken heart,
Shattered fragments, falling apart.
Never to be whole,
Borne by the weary soul.
Loneliness is in the mind
In the eyes that have turned blind.
Lonely are the wandering feet.
Never content and never replete.