Alone…

It’s a state of mind,
For no one can truly be alone.

Daily,
They are surrounded by people,
Some who love them, who truly care…

Others who could just care less.

And even if no one is around,
Regardless of those who hate or love,
We still have our memories and day dreams,
To remind us of the love.

But in essence,
Those memories and day dreams do not bring solitude.
For they cause the worst unease known to man.

The feeling known as loss.

This loss causes one to seek.
Yet, what do they seek for?
Only something to take the alone away.

But nothing can.

No matter how many loves one surrounds themselves with,
But the alone will never recede,
For how does one know these loves, are truly loves…

And not just day dreams?

Only in death,
Is when real solitude comes.

For, in death, one has no memories,
No recollection
Of the alone

Even though that is the only time in one’s life
Where they are truly…

Alone.