Loneliness or depression is not a disease,
sometimes it is an addiction,
there is nothing to look forward to,
nothing that will appease,
that dreadful a rendition….
When you get forced into taking a pause,
consoling yourself that there was a justifiable cause,
as it wasn’t about any accolades or applause,
getting ignored or left out was enough to curb all guffaws,
and the mind taking you to solace with clenched paws,
messing with you slowly as it gnaws……
The recluse in you takes you back to memories,
but only for a moment is it a carnival of delight and beautiful reveries....
It somehow takes you to your dark corners,
those dark unpleasant thoughts,
being filled with sorrowful mourners,
and noose getting tightened around the knots....
You may believe that you’re indifferent to conventional rationality,
but these repulsive brutes start to challenge your need for sanity...
Taking you to places where the screaming becomes unbearable,
and there is no one to talk to,
no one to confess,
how things are terrible,
then there is always madness,
Madness is the only emergency exit....
Days pass as you try and cope,
there is little reprieve,
be it alcohol, smoke or dope….
The world doesn’t really care about your struggles,
calling themselves witches and wizards,
with you being looked down upon like muggles….
Suddenly a friend is found,
but how can that be,
there are no people around,
no chatter, not even an ounce of sound….
It’s you still smiling with this hopeless rendition,
as the mind surrenders with little sedition,
for loneliness or depression is not a disease,
sometimes it is an addiction……