Ode To Loneliness Poem by Boston Kelley

A mighty lion awaits at my door;
His fearsome roar shakes the ground.
In this heart of mine abounds fear galore;
Oh! How that roar is such a terrible sound!

Into this home does the predator advance
And finds his prey, weak and shuddering.
Preparing to pounce, it takes its stance;
From my mouth, comes endless stuttering.

Such is loneliness that it hunts me down!
It drapes about me as if it were a gown.
Its claws pierce and tear my fragile heart;
Suitable am I to it, that it will never depart.

So great a living hell it is to my poor soul
And a great burden to my weary shoulders.
Its dreadful power, on me, takes its toll;
I am crushed beneath its torrent of boulders.

To a river of sin, it has led me
And forced me to drink the water.
From it, I desire to desperately flee,
Yet it has made me an animal for slaughter.