Loneliness
A gapping hole
Telling in its raw intention
Showing me my inadequacies
In stark relief
A truth that couldn’t be denied
I was empty inside
Separated,  from another
From the world
As I chased mediocrity
The frivolity that was life
In a society of separation
A facade of connection
That was an illusion
When you sit each night staring at your cellphone
At the wall trying to give meaning
To a life, an existence that seemed totally random
Convincing yourself, you mattered
That you had options
Avenues toward happiness
Fulfillment
Hope
If love was a place, I missed it
If love is a reward, I was neglected
The real , the truth, if I were honest, is I searched for a shining gift
Yet , whenever I reach out for it
In the darkness of the cold void
I found my hand returning empty
The stark realization that others gloried dreams
Were my fruitless folly
A temporal maze
Decades in the trek
To reveal others’ tales
Were just that … stories
That in the end simply left me
Cold, alone
With my passing
Silence reigned
Not a soul marked it
No one was there
But , shadows of the expectations
Left as dead leaves laying on the ground
Remnants of a belief that remained
Unrealized

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe