No one is truly

Alone in life

Lonely ones are also

Followed by strife

Following are always

Hurts and pains

Memories of people

Their words profane

Unhealed wound

And ugly scars

And failures fiddle

With bleeding hearts

Loved ones depart

With hate in heart

And arrive in solitude

To tear you apart

And even if you turn

At night in your bed

Tear soaked pillow

Will always be there