Loneliness moves, he is the silhouette

hiding

in the shadows of bending trees

as the branches sway in quietness.

He waits to greet the new night, a

fear grows.

He walks, he feels the sound of footsteps

falling on rain soaked cobblestones,

counting each as fading moments,

forgetful of beginnings an endings. 

Curiously he thinks, how many have walked

this path before in loneliness, how many will

tell tales of nightly walks into sadness? 

He smells the wetness in the air as

the moonlight shines it's eerie glow,

darting in and out of traveling clouds

as the now finished Spring rains nourish

new life.

Now,

I know why the lonely mind screams,

only to awaken sweating beads of

shame. While lingering visions cling

to fear, a fear so strong a mind crumbles. 

A fear of loneliness, as he listens to his

footsteps on rain soaked cobblestones.

Alone,

he slowly fades into the night like the

clouds soaring in the night sky, fleeing

as if on hidden raven's wings, 

his mind screams in the darkness.

A fear controls his loneliness, a loneliness 

he will embrace forever in the darkness 

of his mind. Sounds of his footsteps fade

into the shadows of blackness, forever

gone.

©ScottLB