Solitude.

Like the howl of a lone wolf,
Chased away from his kind,

Like the fears of a mad man,
Locked away in his mind,

Like the wrong note,
That soars above the others,

Like a man of faith,
Betrayed by his own brothers,

Like the single first drop,
That falls from the sky,

Like the last of the echos,
As they fade and die,

Like the letter that
always stands alone,

Like a broken heart,
When it turns to stone.