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.

This poem is about: 
Me

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