When loneliness strikes, it rains, it pours!

There was no solitude 

in the state of being lonely

that slowly tore your soul apart, 

where the very silence echoed loudly in mind,

embracing you in its blanket of misery,

devouring the very essence of you

'til you became a shadow of yourself.

Yes! Loneliness-

the dead man's curse

even after death....

follows you to your grizzly grave

sealing your fate in a box

contained, now six feet under.

Schshh! Its quiet!

How loneliness marks out the interior design;

simply bare, plain, and just you eternally buried.

Presumably peacefully, but what of your neighbours?

Are they noisy?

Listen! 

What is that?

Just those wormy critters are a coming.

Reviews

[Damien Ridge]

This flowed very well, I was impressed. A poem easily connected to, "loneliness- the dead man's curse even after death" is a haunting reminder of loneliness and how it will be our only companion through it all. Funny that. Thanks for sharing!

[andrew mitchell]

thank you damien for your words and dropping by.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Aaaaaaagh! Won't be sleeping tonight I guess?.The first two stunningly Poe-like verses "Yes! Loneliness- the dead man's curse..even after death"..Then the 3rd verse leads us right into the crypt - BUT- can't even rest then-greatly effective warning cues to the reader-"Listen! What is that? Good God the worms! Wicked Great!

[andrew mitchell]

lol Thanks Annette for reading my poe scribbles!