Coal Mining Camp Ghost Town

(Loneliness Acrostic)

Low lantern light; long shadows

On the tent of loneliness.

Near a waning fire;

Eerie eve’s envelopment.

Loop of swarming silence

Infestates mind’s forest floor;

Nocturnal navigates my soul —

Echoes coal cavern core.

Serenading sonnets sought to

soothe my solemn fate.

Solitude soon stakes its claim

and weighs heart’s saddened

state.