No Vacancy

[taratica]

Oh, I really liked this one! It works very well. If I were to edit it, I'd take out a couple of words and change only one.

Loneliness owns everything,
in the hearts of crippled men.  
Walking down the path of fools,
back through what could have been.
Every word unspoken,
an indictment from on high.
No consolation to be found,
in understanding why.
Of course you know it's all your fault,
there's no one else to blame.
The guilt is yours alone to bare,
as is the crushing shame.
The others used to come around,  
and you felt more alone.  
They might not have wasted their time,
had any of them known.
All the things you could have done,
the changes that weren't made.
The friends that left you far behind, (perhaps change to 'who'?)
the bitterness that stayed.
All the chances you won't take,
so certain you can't win.
Loneliness owns everything,
in the hearts of crippled men.