The Sound Of Alone Poem by Ted Middleton

The Sound of Alone

The sounds of alone, so hard - so often
A grating sound that will never soften
It seeks me here and out there as well
An un-Christian sound from the bowels of hell
It will come by day - and so oft by night
As I linger, caught, in my lonely plight
While I try to find, with my concentration
A hiding place, for my minds salvation
And I wonder when, there will be escape
From the solo mire of its heavy drape
For I dread the sound and its deep refrain
Can you hear it too... there it goes again.