How Utter is Loneliness?

How Utter is Loneliness?

How utter is loneliness when
Even the unwelcome persecuting voice,
The "As you sow, so shall you reap"
Is smothered, buried somewhere deep,
Swamped by the resounding echoes
Of one infinite, timeless question...
Why?

When random friends chatter, smile
Say "Best of luck" in a casual way
Send an automated message on your birthday
Oomph on the change in the weather's mood,
Idly comment, " Yeah, life's good",
Yet evade that one overwhelming question...
Why?

When in the deepening dark
The silence of helpless tears
Accosts you with a Goliath bark
When uselessness of calming your fears,
Taps you on the shoulder and asks...
Why?

Clambering onto the choking emptiness of desertion
You grope for shadows in some dreams broken
You hide your swollen eyes in a layer of kohl
From the interrogating gaze of a hypocrite school
Prodding your emptiness with their merciless query...
Why?


Utter is loneliness, yes.
Absolute.
Non-negotiable.

Of the wretched woman deserted,
Clueless, by her platonic lover
And forced by a deceiving nation,
To flaunt a "I'm fine, Thank you" smile.
Hollow, jagged - like an old empty tin,
She laughs often.
A walking zombie, she roams the streets...
A living monument to that one unanswered question:
Why...