Loneliness

Loneliness is the worst kind of pain,

It slowly devours you, feasting on your mind,

It ties me down with a ball and chain,

Taking away the oxygen; I'm so confined.

It hurts more than anything I've felt,

Unlike any bruise, any burn, or any scar,

It won't ever heal; I guess all my cards have been dealt,

This is definitely the worst I've felt by far.

No matter what I try, it's still there,

Clawing at the little happiness I have left,

My life is in total disrepair,

Of hope, joy, love and happiness, I am bereft.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Very good rhyming in this one, along with effective imagery. We are made to feel what the poet is feeling. We also hope the feeling will pass. Good work.