Loneliness is a Hungry Beast

Loneliness is a Hungry Beast

Loneliness creeps through the night

Looking to latch onto anyone tight.

He turns the corner with a creek in his smile

Waiting for those who appear to be hollow.

He preys on the lost and scared

Hoping to find a soul that is bare.

Attracted to the troubled minds

The only way that he can survive.

He gnaws on your mind with his razor-sharp teeth

Needing and wanting to constantly feed.

He claws at the soul until you’re too weak

Watching you bleed, driven by your defeat.

He devours all your dreams

It’s all a part of his grand scheme.

He slashes at the heart by tearing out your hopes

Ripping out your love till there’s nothing else left.

He dives into your soul; no moment to spare,

Beginning to tell you, No one else cares.

Weak and injured you sadly give in

Now it is time for his fun to begin.

He tells you to lock your door,

Closing yourself off from all of the world.

He tells you he’s your new best friend.

Nothing but your soul for him to win.

Stripped and weak you obey

The first step to your dismay.

You search for Strength from within

Your soul too weak; your soul too thin.

He knows you are desperate to find

Someone to hold to keep you fine.

He calls on his long-time friend

Telling him he has a new soul to win.

Abruptly there’s a rap at the door

With a sudden fright… you think who could be there?

Overwhelmed with fear—you hesitate…

Loneliness tells you, just “Go for it!!”

Scared and desperate you open the door

Fear rushes in, throws you to the floor.

You discover that it’s his friend Fear

Trying all he can to keep you near.

They ravage your body.

They spread like disease.

They cripple your mind.

They strip off your pride.

Their plan was to lame you until your too old

No looking back now your future is told.

Too tired to fight them away, all your hope and joy now gone

You know no other way, now accepting of your own dismay.

Never fighting for yourself

Instead dieing all by yourself. Copyrighted ©2012 Jessica Nile Brunelle

Categorized as Poetry

By Jessicanilebrunelle

I have always looked at the universe in multiple ways. Experiences with beauty and peacefulness only to be shattered by hatred and ugliness. Why does the world work? How can we look at all the amazing things we have while dealing with the hardships? Many times throughout my life experiences have come full circle with only me to see it. I don’t even believe Existence is aware of these times. It is the most supernatural phenomena I have witnessed.

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