Mr. Lonely

notapoet

No soul to call mine own,
I am most sorely lonely.
So weary of this barren throne,
I stand the one and only.

 
Desolation and Solitude,
Mine only faithful companions be;
They clasp me like a winding shroud,
In endless hues of midnight’s sea.

 
The distant bell lies cold and still,
No voice shall ever pierce the gloom;
All echoes of long-vanished mirth
Have perished, leaving but a tomb.

 
I speak to walls that answer not,
Confess my soul to dust and shade;
Each dawn condemns me as the stranger,
In chambers reeking of love decayed.

 
Mr. Lonely is my name,
Graven deep within this hollow breast;
I wear the mask, I play the game,
Yet naught within me now doth rest.

 
No morn shall mend what Time hath broken,
No hand shall reach across the night;
I am the last and lone-forsaken token
Of a heart that lost its final fight.

 
This is the end I ever feared—
A wretch who fades without a sound,
Forever lonely, ever here,
Six feet of silence in the ground.
  • Author: notapoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 18th, 2026 10:32
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    A sad poem of abandonment and isolation. Well written

  • AmIAPoet-QuestionMark

    I love the concept of Mr. Lonely. You describe lonely perfectly. Very creative. Maybe you can create a series of poems and create an arc from Mr. Lonely to Mr. Happy as you learn to love yourself and others and as you move through life 🙂



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