Reflections - Loneliness
© 1972 William C. Highsmith

Loneliness I hate,
It's a terror of my soul.
Joys of life seem strangled
when It gets a hold.

Loneliness the robber,
to fall within Its' throes
Consumes away the hours,
leaving only woes.

Loneliness is piercing,
straight going to the heart,
Emptiness so terrible
once It has a start.

Loneliness Its greatness,
no geographic bounds
Here, there, at home, abroad,
may that men be found.

Loneliness the timeless,
by the moment or year,
Mankind Its' object
until he reach the bier.