Moments of loneliness

There are moments where loneliness takes everything

And leaves you naked in the darkness.

There are moments where crouched on a tiled floor

You wonder who you’ve become

And who you’ve lost, running in these foreign lands,

Looking for her

You tried to walk on water

And to multiply the bread

Only to drown with a crust in your mouth.

You’ve hung onto every root, clung to every branch

Only to sink back into a requiem for the dead

There are moments were loneliness blankets everything and fills the gaps like snow.

In moments of darkness, voices come from afar distorted like an echo.

Sitting at the end of your tunnel of thoughts you let yourself slowly freeze.

Like the vine without its tree trunk you have grown distorted

And your thin limbs twist around nothingness, desperately groping for the sky -

There are moments were loneliness blankets everything and fills the gaps like snow.

Drenched in loneliness your mind is crumbling apart, rotten at the core, splitting like an overripe fruit

Soaked in it you walk the world and your reality is no longer what others see

– loneliness is best in the dark when it has taken everything

Loneliness is better never seen, a hand behind a curtain,

A skeleton in the closet, a few dismal words of poetry.

Moments of loneliness around the clock,

In the ticking of the wrist, the automaton of the heart

You’ve been wound up to smile and talk, yet you place your hand inside the whirring chest and feel the emptiness of the mechanic

She turned you on briefly then left you there, static

A toy on the edge of the shelf, a drop off a cliff,

A drop to loneliness

Facing only yourself

A tear fell into the vase and it overflowed

Carried by the wave you spin –

The night seems blacker after fireworks – you thought you lived then died again, rotten wood, an empty seashell abandoned on the beach.

You lived liked the shooting star that falls then disappears, didn’t even get that one wish - you yearn for the arid desert to cool your lust.

On the icy ridges of loneliness, you knew better than her what she was pretending to be

But loneliness is better never seen

She couldn’t get to the glass tower so she destroyed the city

Couldn't get all so wanted none

All the buildings are ruins now and if there is no one,

make love to the ash, to the sand until it clings to you and becomes a second skin

Let it all be a dream, let it all be a dream

Drenched in loneliness your mind is crumbling apart, rotten at the core, splitting like an overripe fruit

From a crack in the flesh I rise like smoke and you, ghostly apparition from the past

You shrink back into dissolving loneliness, slipping into time and becoming nothing

 I stay on the shore and call out that I’m sorry

– loneliness is best in the dark, when it has taken everything

The hand behind the curtain, and for only company

 The skeleton in that closet -

A few dismal words of poetry.