Loneliness

Being lonely is like being a lone leaf in the wind

No destination

Waiting for life to take it somewhere

It’s like a cloud in the night

Nothing to carry, its friends gone and moved on

Cause they had something to share

That one cloud blocking the moonlight

Cause it has no place to go

It’s like that one person who can’t get things right

No matter how hard they try

No friends, but no rules to live by

It’s like that spray in the air

One time to enjoy its scent

But once it’s gone it’s forgotten, and quickly replaced

It’s like that one rock skipped across water

Once it’s gone it never comes back

It might be roughly remembered if the skip was good

But it’s forgotten when the next rock is found

Being lonely is like the silent tear of a mother

When her only son lies in a hole in the ground