Loneliness can be found
Padding along on silent feet
Moving without sound
Empty house’s echoes
Bounce hollow in the ear
Raising small hairs of neckbone
Shivering soul with fear
Hear the creaking floor boards
Beware room’s sudden chill
Scratching on the window pane
Surely bodes ill will
Somewhere in your distant past
You’ve wronged another being
And in the lonely nighttime hours
They return for reckoning
So lie as still as death yourself
Clamp down on pounding heart
Plead for your forgiveness now
And in time they may depart
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