Writing For My Loneliness

So lonely today

Find none to write for

None to write on

Without the subject and the object

Words get lost in the quiet storm

Every feel needs a reel for placement

I have none

Still, I am stormed

That is boiling my blood

Crushing my muscles

Twisting my bones

Tearing my eyes

All waits gone vain

All hopes proved mirages

Still, no anger -

Individuals have their own compulsions

For doing what they do

Have their own interests to serve

None is made for me

To follow my likes and dislikes

To serve my interests

I have no rights on anybody

To make them behave my way -

Transparent and honest

Every individual has their own definition

Of transparency and honesty

To serve their own interests

And there are no common interests

Of anybody with me