Loneliness’ grin
by: Yasu

Loneliness that waits
Until the end of every single day
The same loneliness in the heart
That can no longer wait in the dark
Someday it might come out
Searching for the reason of its own life
Just like us, that tries to find an answer to god’s creation
It might be confused, and tired of searching
But it can never give up
Since it doesn’t want to feel the same as before,
Since it wants to change its own life
Its own written story;
Just like a board full words that make no sense at all, waiting for someone to rearrange it to the way it was long way back
Since it doesn’t want to go back to that dark place that’s in the heart
It needs some light and care
But no one really can act a little nice
Since no one can really comprehend
The deception of its own life
And the same feeling to know that everything will lead to the same path
Like a solemn story that might not end nice…
And yet again another day ends
And brings along the way the darkness of the day
Into the sunny feeling that turns into sadness
And that sadness is the one that the loneliness tries to avoid
At every single cost, since it’s only natural for it to be scared of that feeling of despair and itself
The heart is dark and full of secrets that no one really knows
Just like the day that no one can really know, how is it that brings along shadows to the lights
The heart gets frustrated and full of despair
With a hatred that is for one-self
The love that hurts really deep like a wound that never heels
Loneliness that waits in it, knowing how it really feels to be alone even if your whole life was just for that.
Tears that shed, tears that never end, the tears that it cries when it’s alone in the dark.
Not knowing that god was the one who put it there, hoping that it will forget what was the purpose of its fear and its tears really were.
The feelings that hurt even a little bit, someday they might be really deep
And unable to see that they were meant to be the same way they were born.
Someday the Loneliness might turn into hatred itself, and then it’ll be hard to make it turn back to the way it was, but that’s life as how it is, always making things sad, always making someone cry, and always grinning at the one who dies…
Just like loneliness, it laughs at the ones who die hoping that it might be next…
And wanting to grin until the very end, in that dark place where it lies every single day…
Yet for loneliness there is no death…