My Friend, Loneliness...

Loneliness, the friend I wish I'd never had,
Always with me when I'm blue, when I'm feeling sad,
When I'm sitting overwhelmed by my tribulations, burdened by myself,
Loneliness comes around to keep me company, to offer help,
Sitting with him, I mull over all that did happen, all that is past,
And he always manages to assure me, that this neither, for long shall last,
As he begins to speak, I have my head in my hands,
My toes are nervy, they're drawing patterns in the sands,
But slowly the words are clearer, they begin to make more sense,
He seems to always find a way, even when I'm being dense,
Soon I'm smiling, and I look up amongst the crowd, seeking him out,
But he's gone, all my gratitude, he's left without,
Burdened by his benevolence, for his company, I'm longing soon enough,
And I know where to find him, so once again, I set out to seek waters, choppy and rough...