The world is full of lonely people.
So lonely that their tears can drown
Every happiness here on earth.
This is a world where pain remains.
Nothings comes so stolid and cold,
Than the remains of an empty soul,
Forgotten – writhing in sorrow.
The world is full of lonely people.
Such loneliness that masks a smile,
Or makes everyone numb and senseless.
This is a place where heartaches
Are but a constant and regular reminder
That people does not only exist
In happiness but thrive on tears.
The world is full of lonely people.
Laughter does not exist.
The lines on each forehead is a sign,
On how people toiled looking for love –
All the time and throughout.
There is nothing left in this land,
But the arid smoke of sadness.
The world is full of lonely people.
The sunrise does not define,
What reality is – desolate, sad.
Nothing in this world is new to such.
Everyone recognises the pain
That exists and thrives across
Every generation…every humanity.
The world is full of lonely people.
It is so lonely that death is simply,
An understated state everyone
Has sinfully wished for himself.
Or maybe, death is nothing.
After all, this is a lonely place
Where no one has life at all…
judeparcon 