The great party of life

I was in that great life party,
Sharing many a conversation hearty,
I was inebriated with the maya of life
Little knowing about the coming strife.

When I did rise, still very intoxicated
All near and dear had, by then, abdicated
Here I was, standing in boisterous solitude,
The subject of a plethora of smirk platitude.

Someone had said "life is like an onion
You peel it off, and get tears as companion".
My life now looks frighteningly similar to that bulb
All that remains is an empty soul, with no pulp.