Loneliness isn’t being alone
Or separate from the throng
It’s being in a crowded room
Thinking it’s all gone wrong
Going unheard unnoticed
Is an average day for some
With feelings of isolation
Keeping us silently undone
Feel pity for the misanthrope
Take in any muted strangers
Embrace the frequently lost
Reduce our many dangers
The alternative is a hubris
Barriers kept up unseen
Guaranteeing us invisibility
Until we hang from a beam
Ian Renouf-Watkins
Image : Pixabay - Graehawk
