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Acquaintance of Loneliness The stillness of the night loomed above, hanging strongly Whilst the chill of the cold air crept silently into the room. A cry echoed out piercing the quiet with a somber ring. I was alone once more. Was the cry mine I thought, did I hear it or make it. Not knowing was the worst fear. A creak, oh my I thought Has he once more come for me. Clutching my pillow I tried to push the fear away. I was alone once more. It was not the first time this had happened. Oh no this happens all the time. When loneliness strikes it leaves no survivors. Panic, why? Who? Where? The questions raced at a million frames a second. The only answer I could conceive was, I was alone once more. - Kilandro, 1997
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