"TO BE LONELY NO MORE" 

A World So Full Of Many People 
Yet Most Of Them Are So Very Lonely 
This True Feeling So Many Are Afraid To Share 
That No One Really Cares So That Is How They Feel 
To Open Up & Say That They Are Oh So Lonely 
Can You Understand Or Do You really Care 
Oh No They Would Not Dare 
To Open Up Their Heart & Say They No Longer Want 
To Be Alone For Fear That They Would Open Up 
Again Another Added Permanent Painful Wound 
So They Would Silently & Painfully Bleed With 
Emotions And Hidden Tears That Only A Lonely Person Can Feel 
Not For One Moment Crying Out Loud That I Am Lonely 
I Want This Pain To Heal 
In This World Of Oh So Many Lonely People 
It Only Truly Takes Just One To Say Without Any 
Kind Of Fear Or Shame 
I Am, I Am, I Am Alone And I Do Not Want To Be Alone Anymore 
Then Maybe Not Only A Window Will Open 
Though A Big Warm Caring Wonderful Door 
And Then Shall Come Another Lonely One & Two & Three 
And Many, Many More So Then 
We Will Only Need Others To Hold Open This Unlonely Door 
In A World So Full And Lonely 
To Be Lonely No More 

Magical Marsha~ m.e.r.z.m. copyright 2000

A short story taken from my life Journals by Magical Marsha 
2000c aka: MagicalMez m.e.r.z.m 2000c 

I walked the halls in the hospitals that I worked at surrounded by people sick; afraid & alone I played with the orphans as a volunteer when I was 17 years old.  At that time babies had died more than then gotten adopted.  They died without love they died of loneliness.  The children that I was assigned to were from four months to two years at the oldest. Their was a boy not even two who could not even talk. I ran on home one day after a nurse yelled at him for wanting another piece of bread because he was still hungry and money was short.  I told my grandparents whom I lived with in Far Rockaway, NY That I am going to adopt a very sweet and lonely orphan boy. 

All I got was lectures on my age and how I would be able to take care of him and more. For at that time when I was 17 how dare I even consider that my mother yelled at me when she heard. 

Though a child older than infancy had little chance to be given a home not to say what become of that older scared & lonely boy or the other children a year or two years old or even over six months. I was a patient in several hospitals do to surgery and my chronic illness too. Two of the many times I was in the hospital I was taken to a nursing convalescent home. Whether I was in the hospital or in the nursing facility the looks on the scared lonely patients in pain were no different than mine, many times I said hello to them and I would smile. More than I want to remember a weak hand would reach out and grab my hand or my robe with begging eyes filled with only hurt and pain. It did not seem to matter if the patients were young or very old, they all seemed to have the same look in their lonely eyes. A look I have grown to know oh to well. That no one wants you when your sick or when you old. It did not matter where I worked or were I volunteered even in my children's school. The sad lonely eyes would cut an invisible knife right into me. 

I wish I could have given more than I did. And, I got grief  for what ever I did give or do or help. It did not end there. It goes on for a story as long a two books. It was I who took my children's friends in to live with us from a few months to one year and now one for three years whom had no home to go to for there parents did not want a problem child or they just became so cold and heartless and put there love aside. Alone I sit here almost in tears. Not because I am alone in more ways than one. Because this story is honestly true and I hope that you can use it, even if it is a bit long. It is a piece of the pain that I lived my life long. The pain in my heart and the faces on the young and old. It pains me to write it but I feel that it's meaning is gold. And every so often my husband would remind me about the professional friend that we had who was not so nice. And she knew that I was an only child until I was 17 after my half brother was born. My husband says what she had said  over and over to me. "You are a lonely only"  That is what she picked at me with about being an only child until I was 17. Though I will tell you this, if I could go back and start all over again I would have made self-help groups and awareness, because I wanted to make a difference  because loneliness not only hurts and destroys it can kill

Poem by: Rajiv Loneliness can be scary, everyone feels alone. Some more than others. There's an empty feeling, then that feeling goes, mainly when you find someone, to fill the empty hole. That someone should care, because if they don't care, the empty feeling will remain. Be sure you can find someone. There's always a friend, who can fill that hole, but sometimes it take more. Sometimes a lover can fill that hole. Don't stop the loneliness, from going away, because everyone needs someone, and sometimes you become one. Be happy the emptiness, is gone for awhile. Till the next time, so fill that hole as long as you can.

Poem by: Theresa Michaels
aka Twinkle 

I watch the rain tap gently, on the window pane, 
the fallen leaves that carpet the tiny darkened lane, 
The shadows wrapped so warmly, hurry on their way, 
the children scatter puddles, in their joyful play. 

I smile to myself, as tears begin to well, 
if there is a Heaven, maybe even Hell. 
Why do the stars glitter, who created them so bright, 
to remind me of my loneliness on this November night? 

I hear the children's laughter, travel through the sky, 
how can they be so happy, please God tell me why? 
Don't they know I'm sad, don't they even care, 
don't they know I miss him? I wish that he was here. 

Oh silence thee the world, so I shall not have to listen, 
nor see the stars in their splendor, wink and me and glisten. 
Oh silence thee the world, so I shall not have to speak, 
leave me alone to think of him, leave me alone to weep. 

We have some poetry links for you to visit

The Stronger Side - A Poem 
http://www.oocities.org/poems3000/stronger_side.html 

Deep Despair - A Poem
http://oocities.com/lutherbyrd2000/poems/poem12.html 
 
Loneliness - A Poem
http://www.kirstimd.com/lonely2.htm 
 
There is no word for the "loneliness" - A Poem 
http://www.spcsb.org/advoc/poem29.html 

The Loneliness of the Late-Night Donut Shop 
 a short story
http://www.escene.org/escene1995/donutshp.html

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