--- title: Loneliness date: 2009-11-29T14:13:50Z modified: 2009-11-29T17:53:29Z permalink: "https://www.poetryoflife.com/loneliness/" type: post status: publish excerpt: "" wpid: 907 categories: - Sad Poems featured_image: "https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/loneliness.jpg" author: Praveen Kumar timestamp: 2009-11-29T17:53:29Z tags: - Sad Poems --- ![loneliness](http://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/loneliness.jpg "loneliness") as the sunlight slowly faded away the city lights flickered on, one by one, illuminating everything on the outside and casting a shadow on the inside; as [time slowly ticked](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/as-time-ticks-away.md) past, the darkness inched closer and closer spreading its shadows across the land, my inner self comes alive; as much as i struggle and curl underneath the blanket, my fears come alive, and slowly engulfs me from the inside and tears up the mask that i so successfully put on during the day; fears that torment me from the inside during the day [comes alive as soon the light fades away](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/come-away-with-me.md) and i am back into my den, with a mind of its own, tormenting me every single night, sometimes i wished i was dead; surrounded by many, yet isolated and alone, i try to reach out to people but succeed in grasping just [empty](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/loneliness-and-emptiness.md) air; struggling to keep my sanity, i plunge myself into darkness for its the only place to hide to cope with all this, i give up and cry myself to sleep; it’s tiresome to want something you don’t have, and each morning i wake with loneliness by my side, each day I walk with it’s presence in my [footsteps](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/footsteps-of-angels.md), each night it lies hand in hand with my insomnia; perhaps i have become invisible? or have i become just an figment of imagination? they cried on my shoulders and i soaked up their tears, asking for nothing in return, but when i need someone, where did they all go? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – some lines are taken from another poem written by FallenSolitude