There Is A Loneliness by Charles Bukowski

there is a loneliness in this world so great 
that you can see it in the slow movement of 
the hands of a clock. 

people so tired 
mutilated 
either by love or no love. 

people just are not good to each other 
one on one. 

the rich are not good to the rich 
the poor are not good to the poor. 

we are afraid. 

our educational system tells us 
that we can all be 
big-ass winners. 

it hasn't told us 
about the gutters 
or the suicides. 

or the terror of one person 
aching in one place 
alone 

untouched 
unspoken to 

watering a plant.