A Boy Alone
Tick… tick… tick… tick…
The constant, continuous, maddening click.
A creak, groan, the rattle of a door,
Each one a sound that he’d heard before.
But there were no voices to drown the monotony.
A small boy sat, eyes wide, face taught as he
Scouted out the room with his eyes and ears,
The pervasive loneliness drawing out tears.
He knew that his great fearfulness was unfounded
And to avoid panic that he had to stay grounded.
He whispered a prayer ‘Please be with me now’
As he bathed in the peace only God can endow.
Take a deep breath, child, A voice seemed to say,
And let go of the fear; I will take it away.
As he took a deep breath, the panic subsided
In its place, a calm tranquility abided.
He learned on that day, that even at home
With the family gone he was never alone!
I know of the peace that the saddened boy claimed
That boy and I, writer, are one in the same.