There’s a Hole in my ceiling
Loneliness creeps through it
It’s on the prowl
I see it in my room
I see it in the yard
Like a stray dog,
It’s learned where I live
Some days, I never see him
Most days, I do
He’s a water stain
Rapidly spreading across the wall
Music attempts to push Loneliness
Back up through the Hole
Back into darkness
But he will return
The very next day
by Wally H.