-- The Worst Loneliness -–

John Herlihy

Even the worst loneliness isn’t so bad,

A chronic case of the blues I never had.

A lot of things in the night sky, look there,

Those lonely stars on their own as we stare.

The churning of a ship’s wake casts a spell,

Of all the lonely nights fallen down in a well.

Images of loneliness seem to be all around,

The first star of night alone, even if profound.

What about the moon edging over earth’s lip,

Inducing a dreamy solitude within us sip by sip.

The loneliness of travel, being in a strange crowd,

The loneliness in sickness, wrapped in its shroud.

The worst loneliness in the world I never truly knew,

My loneliness never stays long, with the wind blew.

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(c) John Herlihy 20 January 2019