Being alone is something some people yearn for, but is there a difference in being on one’s own and being alone? This poem describes the pain of being alone and was given to me by someone I know and they have given me permission to publish it. It examines the fact that a feeling can create something physical and tangible,and the sheer terror of being alone is looked at from this perspective.

Pain
It creeps up on me – this pain, a physical pain,
That comes out of nowhere and goes back
Somewhere
That steals into me and leaves me feeling
Fearful
But of what?
Of aloneness?
Not of being alone
But aloneness,
No one out there
Dark
Stabbing
Pain.
And then it is gone, melting back into the darkness from whence it came
Leaving me fearful of its return,
Alone and yet not alone,
Alone with my pain of aloneness

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