by Irene Davault

Created on: November 08, 2010

When I hear the word loneliness, emptiness permeates my mind.   My thoughts take me back to my childhood with the memories of being home alone so many times.  I had no social contact with others for periods of months on end, no one to talk too and no one to play with.  I had days of endless time, so it seemed to me.

At times, I became very bitter for the isolation I had to endure and the loneliness I had to cope with.  Nevertheless, despite all those trying times in my life, I learned to be theatrical.  I would play out scenes of make-believe with make believe people.  I would also be the star on the stage, the lights would shine down on me.  I could sing and pretend I was the best.  My audience would shout, “Encore” and I would treat them to another made up song from my heart, a song of love for someone who had left me.

 
Lonely Streets©2007

I walk along the lonely streets
The lights are shinning dim
I walk there trying to forget
The lonely world I’m in

It seems there’ll never be an end
To this heartache of mine
Although I always tell myself
That I’ll forget in time

But day after day
And dawn after dawn
I still remember
That my love is gone

I walk along the lonely streets
And think of how we met
Though his love was so untrue
He’s so hard to forget.

Many may read these words and think I had been in love, but really, I was singing about loneliness and how I felt about it, but I was still a child.  I am thankful I could take my feelings and put music to them.  It was how I felt at that time. It was my way to escape from that part of my life.  To escape from that loneliness that surrounded me.

As I grew older, I was able to put my songs to music and now you can get them off the internet from e music.  I sing under the name of Velma King.  I did not spend my life alone nor did I let loneliness conquer me or make me a cold-hearted person.  I let it teach me to be something more in life then just being empty an estranged from others.  I was not born to spend my life wrapped in loneliness nor was I born to be alone.

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