Loneliness isn't absence of anything,
It is a living breathing thing ,
Existing alongside since the beginning,
It has always been such for me .

Much to my own astonishment
It doesn’t follow me like the
poets make out ,
It doesn't hang around me like the philosophers lament ,
It was I who carried it wherever I go

While I am in the crowds ,
among the noise , the voice
and the faces
While I am all alone ,
among the shadows, the silence
and the spaces
Like a bossom friend
Like a sworn brother
Like an arch enemy
Like a dear lover
Like a platonic play mate
Like a sardonic soul mate
It was I who dragged it wherever I go

For it has stayed with me the longest of them all ,
For it breeds a sense of disillusioned comfort so achingly familiar ,
I drown deliberately in its dissonance
Drenching my emptiness in its hollow arms
till it inebriates it into nothingness .

Loneliness ,whenever we part ,
I feel as though ,
I am missing a part of me
Maybe that’s why ,
I begrudgingly carry it wherever I go
Wherever I go ....

© myrottenpoetry_13