If I could be alone, loneliness would not exist
Being in the world, surrounded by countless lives
Untouched but yet clawed at by my need from all sides
Surrounded by non-love, non-need and non-feeling
Alone amidst crowds and trapped by my freedom
I am isolated in myriads of unspoken words
Returning to solitude becomes all the more painful
Realising that on this return, nothing changed
I was just as alone, but now silence is tarnished
Golden agony tears at the nothing inside
Life without life, alone for eternity
Bearable purgatory due to ignorance of lack
A wish to go inward, to never return.
