Loneliness is a hope deferred
A sick heart longing for a familial cure
It’s having kin but no kinship
Like family is for the past, but the present is mine alone to endure
Loneliness is an expectation never met
Loving kindness has withdrawn to public displays
Social media offers a mirage
That comes most alive during year-end holidays
Loneliness is being gaslit for being me
Ever the outsider who grew up a vagabond
Still wanting connection with those whom I share history and blood
Sending cards and invitations only to have no one respond
Loneliness is watching a busy world be entirely too busy for me
Schedules are the acceptable way at keeping others at arms length
Platitudes and cliches have become the common exchange
And superficiality is consistently sapping my strength
Loneliness is a hunger for better questions and conversation
People scarcely venturing towards anything deep
It’s salutations and small talk ad nauseam
Trolling and doom scrolling just before sleep
Loneliness is a deep disappointment
Knowing the people who will attend my funeral will not attend my life
Like honor only comes when I’m no longer around
Because support is somehow the sole responsibility of my wife
Loneliness is an apology I’ll not receive
Needing a balm for an eternal ache
It’s being willing to give my last dollar
Despite those who consistently and insistently take
Loneliness is a voice that says, “It must be me”
Wondering what version of me deserves others to be kind
It’s a constant battle to beat back the voices
Of a simultaneously wired and tired mind
Loneliness is an invisibility
A desire to be seen by a world that is deliberately blind
It’s knowing my wounds and my ways are too jarring for most
Seeking shelter with the rare few who are consistently kind
Loneliness is being lost at sea
A vessel who’s had no captain or no crew
When storms build and pirates come to pilfer
I just invent the handbook on what to do
Loneliness is the village that used to raise its children
Folks defer now to the digital landscape
How can people honestly believe
We’ve evolved more than our cousin the ape
Loneliness is pain finding its home in me
Like sorrow itself was lonely and needed a friend
Now my shadow has it’s own dark partner
And I’m certain he’ll be with me till the end
Loneliness is what this place does to me
But solitude is something I do for myself
Community requires conformity before it opens its doors
But freedom of thought has its own quiet health








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