Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

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The Unwelcome Visitor

He came to visit me again today,

I wish that he would stay away.

I didn’t ask for him to come,

I didn’t ask him where he’s from,

I’m happy when he isn’t here,

It’s hard to smile when he appears.

I hope he leaves me soon; he fills my life with gloom.

Sometimes his visit’s only brief,

A moment spent with no relief.

Sometimes he stays for quite a while; unwanted company to rile.

Me, then I try to walk away,

But he just wants to come and stay.

 

He did that first year when alone I faced a life,

Of loneliness without my wife.

He kept me constant company back then,

He drank with me and when,

I tried to drive him far away,

He came back often …day after day.

Sometimes I forget him; think he’s gone for good.

I wish often that he would.

Sometimes my life is filled with song,

But then he comes along,

To spoil my happiness with pain,

That black dog’s back with me again.

 

Jack Newman

 

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Alone

Another day has dawned to spend alone, I see, with just my memories for company.

Long hours to fill, an empty home, and sadness fills me as I roam.

I wander through the empty rooms, feel your presence…. Try to push away the gloom.

No one to share a word or joke, no one to hold my hand or hear a kind word spoke.

No one to share my bed…… So many things that were left unsaid.

Too much time to sit and think, too much time to sink,

Into hopelessness and pain…… If only I could have you back again.

There are two faces now to wear each day, two ways to live my life, it seems.

The outside world expects a smile, a pleasant face…. How’s your health and dreams?

I value every little word that’s said, they help to fill the empty spaces left ahead.

Then inside, all alone once more, I sit and watch the clock and door.

For time hangs so heavy now, and creases cover face and brow.

The phone sits silently and sulks, the post box empty, walk, walk,

Around the garden, do odd jobs, check the clock, then…. Oh god! Is it only half past ten?

I’ll get the car out, drive, but where? It’s just as lonely everywhere.

People hurry by as if I don’t exist somehow, another lost face in the crowd.

Ah well, at last it’s time for bed, time to rest my aching head.

Another day looms up ahead, more hours to fill…. Fills me with dread!

 

Jack Newman