Poetry On Being Alone Novels & Stories

A lone cricket chirp and soon enough, the night sounds started up in a chorus, almost as it is being conducted. I turn to the town which is deserted even as the moon’s white beams soaked through the reflective surfaces. The shadows of the night are sharp and contrast deeply with the full moon's glow. This is my comfort place whenever I feel low I come over to find peace. And today is one of those days that I am feeling lonely, broken, sad, overwhelmed. What did I just do to deserve this? nobody wants me. I don't deserve happiness. Tears began to form in my eyes and my phone begin to ringing. I took it out of my pocket and glanced at the screen and only find...

Eventually, she gave in—put the book over her face, curled up on the couch, and drifted off to the rhythmic clatter of the tracks. Outside the window, the world changed. But she missed it all. With no one to share the view, a deep loneliness settled in. When she woke again, it was night. Outside the window, dark mountains stretched into the distance. She saw her own reflection in the glass and spaced out. Traveling alone, far from home, it really does hit different. A lonely kind of poetry. She whispered to herself: A hundred years ago, you weren’t you, I wasn’t me. A hundred years later, there is no you, and no me.

Red's POV The emotions of being alone pierced my little heart, screaming unheard voices that were kept throughout the years of being hidden. Like an abandoned place, no one seems to want to wander around the thought, what had happened before it was left without a word? What had happened to make such unreasonable reason for it to be left alone in the dark, away from the light? What had happened?

"Why are you coming this way by this time of the night? It's incredibly lonely out here." I look around me immediately those words left his mouth. It is indeed lonely. Devoid of all living creatures except for restless crickets that supply a terrible cacophony capable of making my bathroom off key singing sound like heavenly music. Did I wander this far without realizing it? "Umm… I'm just seeking some alone time."

I've been so engrossed in getting away from here that I totally forgot my safe place. Poems. There was something about every poem I loved because in a way, I related to them. I quickly thought of the exact one to recite. It was then. Another favorite piece by a poet I found on internet which goes as, “When everything’s darkness And you feel so alone, When the rain doesn’t stop And you can’t make it home…” I trailed out. The wordings of the song registered my head. Was everything darkness for me? Following how I was kidnapped from my home, it was dark.

'He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; Who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; Who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; Who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty or failed to express it; Who has left the world better than he found it, Whether an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; Who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had; Whose life was an inspiration; Whose memory a benediction. Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You ha

But the pain of loss and betrayal still lingered, reminding me that I was now truly alone in this world. Even now, on this crowded night where everyone is eagerly parting to find their new Luna, I am left feeling isolated and disconnected from those around me. The moon’s glow seemed to mock my solitude, casting a harsh light on my inner turmoil. No one wants me; no one sees me for who I truly am. The weight of my loneliness grows heavier with each passing moment, suffocating me in a sea of unspoken words and unshed tears.

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.

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The beings gathered around one another. Sharing thoughts. Sharing memories. Sharing existence itself. No loneliness. No separation. Only connection. The sight was beautiful. Then Ama noticed something. One figure stood apart from the others. Watching. Waiting. Alone. The vision paused around it. The Witness whispered: The first lonely thing. A chill ran through Ama. The figure was not evil. Not monstrous. Not cruel. Just alone. Endlessly. Painfully. Alone. The other beings moved together. Sharing.