self-indulgent whiny poetry

Wrote this in about half a minute. miserable, depressing day.

Loneliness

Loneliness is a hurried meal for one,
Last order at closing time.
Fetid, warm, overcooked meat
that fills the void for the briefest while.
Loneliness is the chill, windy draft,
Through a once-overflowing mall.
Loneliness is just another stranger
who hurries past you on a cold, wet Thursday night.