Inside his head, all was black

black,       black,       black

he couldn’t think straight

he was overcome

with such dark thoughts

it was not him at all

he was feeling a rage

as if he was in the grip

of a mad man.

There was no one there

to ease the pain anymore

and that was when he knew

what it was, it was grief

the pain of being alone.

No warm body following

his body contours and

smelling of strawberries

no soothing voice

when he felt troubled

no more ‘I love you’

before they went to sleep

each night, no cuddles.

How long does lonely last?

You can find anything

on the internet, no,   no

you can’t find a cure

for lonely and that

terrible blackness.

©JoeW 2022