Silent Nights
Loneliness closed in on her,
Enveloping her
Like a column of blazing fire.
It hovered at her elbow, always near
And ready to pounce
Like a hungry lion.
Sometimes loneliness roared.
Other times, it sneaked up on her
Like a thief in the night,
Hiding in the shadows,
Silently stealing every last jewel of the joy
She possessed.
Poetry is a way to express the deepest feelings that are hard to express otherwise.