To be lonely
Solitary desperate cry
Was it for companionship or affection?
Or is it bewilderment,
Constraint or coercion
Or is it to oblige a dream to be lonely?
Future mingling with the present
Present an iota in the future
Overshadowed by the past
Brain perambulating, combing corners
It does give a throbbing pleasure to be lonely.
Vaguely peering
Into oblivion, sans reason,
Past never to be remembered
Present is all that matters,
Future, festooned with glorious uncertainties.
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