I found myself in a world
Where people care only
When they need something from you,
Not when you need them.
Alone in the house,
No laughter to share,
No meals to enjoy together,
No hand to hold—
Yet outside, people move around,
Yet still, I feel trapped in a silent hell,
With no one to talk to.
Everyone is busy with their lives,
Since retirement, I wander,
No place to go, no company to keep.
She is not here,
But with her mother,
And I remember then
How precious her presence was.
Loneliness creeps slowly,
Its quiet weight pressing,
A reminder of what once was,
And what is no longer.
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