The Beat of Loneliness I hear the beat of loneliness, as it echoes in my head. The darkness wraps around me, as I lie alone in bed. Why have you left me, to face this world alone? Taken from me all the things, that made this house a home. Time is the best healer, or so the poets say, than why after all this time, am I suffering this way. I’ve thrown away the memories, of the love that we once shared, I’m haunted still just knowing, that you no longer cared. I close my eyes in search for peace, to pray that I will find, a way to remember only joy, and end the haunting’s of my mind.   D. L. Shotwell Copyright 1997, 1998 D. L. (Brightbill) Shotwell  All rights reserved