journaling saves prompt: "i don't want to write about..."

...Loneliness

Enduring the Night

The keen sense of

my solitude stings,

piercing the foundation

I've built for myself.

The quiet emptiness of the night,

with words left unsaid,

were once a comfort.

But that which comforts you

can cage you in the end. 

My loneliness is

crowding the spaces in 

my heart. 

Which leaves no room for

the possibility of

someone or something new

to burst in.

I'm waiting, hoping, 

that the familiar pangs

will heal on its own.

But for now,

I remain with my 

constant, quiet companion.

And endure the night.