All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Loneliness
My home is the isolated mind.
My fingers reach down and grip the valves of the heart
And squeeze. I make throbbing bruises.
I separate the individual from the crowd.
With me, people either flourish,
Bristle in my grasp,
Or shrivel and shrink like a vine-wrapped flower.
Sometimes, I am welcomed by the human
Like a star on a cloudy night,
A welcome partner of silence.
People move into my home and I am banished by their treatment of the bruises.
I come back sometimes and squat
Until the new owners evict me again.
I am loneliness and I never am alone.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.