To the Lonely

To the ones that walk lonely.

The ones that wonder "if only".

To the untouched and unloved

and praying above.

You walk about this hallowed ground

without feeling, fate, or even a sound.

You wash your hands though they are not dirtied.

You pace slowly, but always feel hurried.

It eats your soul from within,

taking its time to begin.

A pain splits the mind

like lightning on pine.

You constantly stare at the people walking past

wondering if you could have even made it last.

Alone, you think of the person you are

and of the one who went just too far.

You are that one.

You couldn't say what needed to be.

You only float along like a dead man at sea.

A wish for company and the friendship of those

who always walk by like personality pros.

The ones who have accompanied laughs.

The ones that always can find their path.

It aches to see the happiness of them,

knowing you are without a friend.

One day, you imagine, will be filled with love.

You'll be floating softly from this pain like a cloud up above.

This happiness takes time.

It takes effort and kind.

But you will grasp this happiness.

It will kill the loneliness.

It may come tomorrow or a month or year away,

but you will eventually find it, you will, one day.