Lonliness, an abstract word, has become personified.
To me, a deeper meaning has it now
For, like a parasite within my soul,
It flourishes, gorging on unhappiness,
Eating out the fragments of my heart,
Leaving nothing but a hollow shell.

I am lonliness itself, taken over by this thing.
Abandoned hope also am I, because
Time has granted me no favour,
No pleasure have I found, so I submit and wait.
Perhaps fortune will smile upon me,
Perchance the end will come.