It is described as a desperate feeling.
A loss or yet a strangling emptiness.
It grasps and holds one tight.
Never letting them go
without a fight.
And what we find in this dark abyss,
Is cold and utter loneliness.
“L” is for the life one sought;
“O” is for opportunities not caught;
“N” is for the never-ending pain;
“E” is for everything in between;
“L” is for the love-filled soul;
“I” is for the inability to hold;
“N” is for the nature of man;
“E” is for the emptiness found in;
“S” is for the sadness created; and
“S” is for the symptoms unheeded.
Yet even though it is a disease known well,
we leave others to live it . . .
their own private hell.
