A Thing Called Life

It is on nights

like these,

that I am

most alone;

that I have not

a single soul

to hold,

to call my own

It is when this

somber house

of mine,

holds not even

a mouse;

only a lonely glass

of a chilled wine,

and a candlelight

Awaiting...

that moment

where I make my

return,

before I burn

out forever

and ever;

but it is too late...

I am alone,

tonight; I am,

that candlelight

that burns

so, so bright

but is it real;

or is my loneliness...

a thing called life?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A honest and powerful poem.
"I am alone,
tonight; I am,
that candlelight
that burns
so, so bright
but is it real;
or is my loneliness...
a thing called life?"
I believe life is fair. We land where we support to. Lonely days make us appreciate days being surrounded by friends and love. I enjoyed the tone and thoughts in the words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Emily]

I love that first stanza!
Well done!

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Very thought provoking. Well done :)

[dan]

Sometimes people who in fact ARE alone get so used to it (in a healthy sort of way) that they don't have time to think of what ifs? Then some day they take a look around and all is empty, their house a skeleton, their life a ghost. This is when healthy takes a back seat to urgency. There are ways out of these doldrums if one has the ability to adapt...or that one can dissolve into their own private prison of desperation. A very compelling write, Brian. take care...dan

[ANTO]

I find that when we are comfortable with our own company then loneliness has a much different definition than the normally accepted one - with people actually sad because other people aren't with them but we are the ones who decide if we are lonely or not.
Thought provoking piece here Brian.
Thanks for sharing.