A Foreboding Cloud, Of Loneliness. Poem by Michael Gale

Loneliness is like a cabin-ed fever...
A blistering, spreading of a dreading, deceiver.

It does and can over shadow, our health and life...
It can spread to all, a dam-national strife.

It is like a storm of depression, that can dissipate, at a moment's glance...
That is our only hope, a rare but occasional chance.

For on the morn', that we do awaken, a happier, one...
Then, for the rest of our day, we'll have a more, seasonal fun!