The Oracle: (Know thyself well)
Lonely is alone
As a thought unshared,
desirous validations implode,
void of human mirrors,
or a soul-to-soul touch,
or any warmth with consonance.
There is an enormous pit of pain
without salve –
grandiose emptiness full of panic and fear
and the friend left behind,
in trade for those who never stay.
Tomorrow is a day of dying
and all that never gets done,
rests complacent resuscitating misery
one more day, one more week, tear upon tear.
The suffering martyr, forsaken,
the stillness of suffering,
lingers in hope forgotten–
caresses the existential hole
moments in a lifetime,
vastly stretch, what seems forever,
render emotions, soot and tarred,
provoking a will to fight,
And when we finally surrender,
logos pours in like ceremonial rain –
gracious suffering, gracious pain,
welcomed and embraced.