Early Works - My Loneliness

I live in a tomb of loneliness while searching for a light in the wilderness. It is like a cold black mass with nothing warm for me to caress and with a heart cold as stone in this wilderness I walk alone. With no one to guide me or show me the way, I find less peace with everyday. I find living getting harder to bear with no one around to love or care. It is like the words a teacher might teach; lest they are grasped, they lay out of reach. A heart of emptiness seems all I possess as the world revolves around me I wish I could like everyone else, find tranquillity; I have gone too far into despair for me to find a paradise fair. Date Unknown. Author’s note. I have a feeling I wrote this in the middle of the 1960’s when I felt insecure about myself and having no girlfriend at the time I wrote out my sadness in pieces like this.