There is a loneliness

Deep down

In each one of us.

A loneliness that we

Refuse to claim.

Unclaimed loneliness.

Orphaned.

Skittered.

But always there.

Like that little piece of trash

Lying on the sidewalk

Unnoticed

But there.

There is a loneliness deep down

In each one of us.

That does surface

Intermittently.

But seldom is conspicuous.

A loneliness that we refuse

To take charge of.

A loneliness that we

Hastily bury under

Layers of forged smiles.

There is a loneliness deep down

In each one of us.

A loneliness humongous enough

To consume our susceptible selves.

Safely tucked into stardust memories.

A loneliness so massive that we can feel

It in every beat of our hearts

Every breath of our existence

A loneliness omnipresent enough

To make its presence felt

When we look into the mirror

Scouting for hopeless lies.

A loneliness so huge

That we try to find ways

Of hiding it.

Concealing it from our own selves.

There is a loneliness deep down

In each one of us.