On Being Alone

It is strange to be alone
A life and experience that others do not know
Loneliness is a hunger
And hunger a part of life
A good part of life
For from hunger we know satisfaction

But there is a hunger that goes beyond
A bitter hunger
The body grows desperate and the soul to despair

When a soul is left to its joys and its sorrows unknown
Joys unexpressed
And distress turned upon itself
The timely word ungiven and unrecieved
The love that does not reach across the distance
Known but to itself
And the soul starts to die

It is good to be alone
To know the hunger that ends with satisfaction
And not in death