Loneliness – A Trilogy

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“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” Maya Angelou

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image “Girl on Seine” by Davide Mainardi

[lohn-lee-ness]
adjective, lone·li·est. lone-li-er
affected with, characterized by, or causing a depressing feeling of being alone; lonesome.

Loneliness

oneliness is uttering a cry from the depths of your core
and seldom if ever getting a response.
nly loneliness may hold the ruling omnipotence
as the cruelest emotion of them all.
ever warm inside looking out, loneliness thrives only
on the frigid outside longing for a way in.
ver the demon, loneliness wears the face that
reminds you of all that is missing.
oneliness is never having to say you’re happy.
n loneliness you hear only silence above the laughter,
see only darkness on the pathway to light.
ever-ending herculean struggles ensue just
to face loneliness in each new day.
ndless replays in a world of sorrow and isolation
facilitate a wayward drift into the well of depression.
tark as winter trees, the vision in the world of
loneliness is barren of all fullness and color.
hadow eyes, always outstretched, always
out-cried, leave bare the soul of loneliness.

© DiAnne Ebejer
image “Girl on Seine” by Davide Mainardi

“Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.” Mother Teresa

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image “A Loneliness Girl” by Victor-SaoCarlos

Falling

How high she soared before
the loneliness found her,
Never thinking for a moment
she’d fall from the safety of her
lofty perch so high above
what was awaiting her.
Soon unforeseen and dire
events crept into her life
like black smoke under
a door of white lace.
This would turn her
Wonderland into a dark
Underland of doom.
Thus she spiraled into a tumble
from the safe perch upon
which she had been isolated
from such a fate.
Loneliness would begin its
feast of sucking her soul dry
of every fabric of happiness
that had thrived there before,
Breaking her spirit and desire
to face another dark and lifeless day.
This is the sad tale of loneliness,
A silent but oh so deadly killer.

©  DiAnne Ebejer
image “A Loneliness Woman”
by Victor, Sao Carlos,

“We are all so much together but we are dying of loneliness.” Albert Schweitzer

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The Man in the Corner – A Story

“Once we thought we would always be young…”
.
The evening was perfect when we arrived at
the restaurant. The dock was aglow with
holiday lights of all manner glistening off
the water in a dance of colored waves up and
down the riverfront.
.
Families and friends had gathered in celebratory
fashion to raise their glasses to one another and
to the spirit of the season, chatting and laughing
merrily. The dining tables were set with holiday
candles and wooden Santa’s.
.
Our family party of four had just settled in when
my attention was drawn to a lone corner table and
an older gentleman who caught my eyes
for just a few seconds. He was grey haired,
looked friendly and alone. Worse, he appeared
to be extremely downtrodden.
.
I’ve never liked seeing older people dining alone.
It’s one of those things that just pings at my heart
strings and immediately plays a sad sad tune.
This night it especially hit me as this man just
seemed so terribly out of place amongst all the
gaiety and aura of togetherness that was swallowing
up the restaurant.
.
I wanted to go sprinkle fairy dust on him and
make a family appear. He just stared at his
food as if it was much to painful to look at
any of the beauty and warmth that was
occurring around him. For a moment, I felt
like I was in quicksand.
.
I never said anything to anyone about that old man
of course. It would have dampened the spirit of the
evening and besides, my family would have said
perhaps the man wanted to be alone after all.
However, I think I know better –
I saw it in his eyes and I felt it in my heart.
.
The End
© DiAnne Ebejer

Please reach out to someone you know who may be suffering silently from loneliness.

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About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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5 Responses to Loneliness – A Trilogy

  1. Beautiful poems, DiAnne!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Outstanding poem, ❤ it!

    Liked by 1 person

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