The Home Of Loneliness Poem by Rod Cox

Loneliness, a sense of dread, a void,
A step outside an aircraft door;
An abstinence, a pointless tear;
A Universe of Black - no Asteroid,
Nor Love, nor even one to start a war,
Will ever find me here -
'cept Fear.

Alone is not my static place;
But one I drag around me as I run;
To me the cosmic blackness clings - a cloak
They throw to hide my truthful pleading face
From social ladder climbing "friends" - their fun's
Pretending they're not broke -
but Woke.

A little house with garden, path and porch,
It's Dark inside but happy like my Mum's,
My House, said God, shines light to ease your Spirit -
It's when you die that Jesus lights his torch;
Your pain will end as soon as your death comes,
Then you My House inherit -
On merit.