No One To Come Home To
Aloneness
metamorphosizes
into isolating loneliness
with haunting banshee-like screams;
daily caged inside
perennially mute
four walls,
a divorced empty nester.
Inhabiting
a home
once filled
with mirth and chatter.
In much happier times,
his refuge;
now a lonely prison,
Until he steps out
the front door
to plenary freedom.
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