Weeping Alone

Alone and excruciatingly
lonely, bereft of a
sympathetic and
understanding ear to
offer encouragement and
the ray of light to self
that heeds companionship,
the mind drifts
inconsolable, toward the
shoals of utter despair.

Evaporated, that indelible
and needed self regard,
abandoned to the reality
that no one really cares,
there is no one to share
one's grief at the loss
of self assurance the
disappearance of hope.

There is no thing left of esteem,
not a shred of independent
defiance. Only depression,
the deep dark well of
nothingness, the
oppression of endless loss.

We lightly quote old
adages expressing the
reality of human fortune and
the vicissitudes of fate. But
it is only through
personal suffering, the
anguish of finding oneself
hopelessly lost,
that we recognize the meaning
of weeping alone.