Loneliness

This human loneliness… the confidant of our life
From birth to death she’ll diligently thrive

The one by whom we never are forsaken
Whose sticky loyalty is frightfully unshaken

We run from her to folks anticipating dreams
But every dream falls short of what it seems

Through thorny shrubs of fellow human creatures
Like omen flash her ugly, scary features

While she just watches us in silence from afar
Assured we’ll never run from her too far

So often disillusioned with the human race
Dejected, we return to her embrace

And condescending, powerful and smug
She crushes our soul with silent, dreadful hug

A captor, spouse and guard of our soul
From whom, perhaps, in afterlife we get parole.