Loneliness Poem by Patricia Gale

Lonely is a disease that eats at the soul
Decomposing love that is meant to share
It haunts the dreams of nights slumber
Leaving the morning cold and empty

Covered by human need not to be weak
It walks the hallowed hearts of all, at a time
Slowly destroying the soul
Consuming the being that is its only friend

Visiting the rich and the poor
Taking the minds of beautiful souls
No respect of person does it play
Its act is only too real

Loneliness can be in a crowd
Hidden from the view by a smile or a laugh
Not all can see the predator of the heart
Clinging to silent tears

The darkness surrounds
And worthless thoughts evolve
Six foot under it brings some souls
Then off to find another

Only love and compassion
Can determine its demise
Bringing its days of destruction to an end
Lonely…. Could it be with you or me?