Loneliness.

LONELINESS

A persevering dull ache in your head
Persisting especially in my bed
Singeing, not so briefly,
heavy with an undesirable stench;
Driving, deriving persistently,
sitting like a judge on a bench.

Inhibiting your mind, your soul, your heart.
Hemorrhaging into other parts of your mind
spreading of undesirable illness, part by part.
 Birthing an abnormality of a kind;
to images that you sluggishly cart,
to a weight you cannot unbind.

Loneliness is cold but in its path of destruction its bold

it wrecks you from within

leaving your skin thin

and your spirit marred and in fold

You no longer stand upright

Loneliness freezes you with fright

Your arms always outstretched 

Wanting anything even if a wretch

Needing to be with anyone

Looking for a companion

The lonely make mistakes

erroneously taking comfort from fakes.

Later crying out from failure

of recognising the wicked allure.

And when you try to fill it
with thoughts and images and sounds,
allowing any little distraction to slip
Still, it does not go away, it abounds.
Always there, like a dog's tick.
A deep devouring black mound.

Oh to remedy this malady
To  flush it out totally.

Where is the terminator of this loneliness.
What will rid this ache that was gnawing away in your mindless.  
Before Loneliness drives one to madness, to confusion and to suicide.
A harsh dis-ease inside,
from which is hard to hide.