Loneliness

Loneliness

Loneliness is the curtain at her bedside

still because the breeze has gone away

Stale air is all her tired lungs inhale

On another stagnant, broken, empty day.

The mask is fastened on to reassure

Those who count upon a constant smile

While the heart beneath the façade of happiness

Would like its beat to stop for just a while

A hand is offered those who need a hand

A hug for those whose burden she now bears

A smile is lit for those who need some light

Meanwhile for her it seems nobody cares

Emptiness soon fills a giving self

when all there is to give has just been gifted

when one who gives the most is quite forgotten

weighed down by all the stones that she has lifted

Loneliness does not evade the happy

As cancer does not pick and choose its host

It often preys upon those less demanding

Who do not ask for much and give the most

Forgotten is the one who asked for nothing

Like a dying rose in a corner garden bed

Where sunlight fails to shine and rain fall land

though her fragrance is the sweetest ever shed.