Solitude


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Back then, before
The moon sunk low and lower still
Pushed down by the foggy fingers
Of morning’s misty gray light
The city slept its restless sleep
Caressed by the icy winds of winter,
Wrapped in the shadowed shroud
Of indifference and indignation

Existing here in my cobwebbed corner
Alone among the distant many,
Isolated and detached from life
The door to my heart soundly latched
Behind the four walls of my existence
Love, Hope, Joy, and Promise
Cracked and crumbling into dust
Beneath my naked and bruised feet.

Laying there listless but listening still
To the hustle and bustle outside
Buzzing like bees, swarming in my head
I cried out, but none heard or came
I lifted my eyes toward the rising sun
But they were burned and blinded
By the intense vision of my failure
My tears salting my solitude
Nothingness replacing the light
Resignation, this cowards flight

I swore and cursed the fates
but in the end, I had to let go

7 thoughts on “Solitude

  1. Somewhere we have all been…your metaphors and alliteration move the pain along…so beautifully! The visual created with my mind from your words is quite vivid! Your words evoke the sorrow that is felt within…the struggle when feeling the pain…and the courage to rise above those feelings and “let-go”….tender and beautiful, Dennis…you have a true poet’s heart!

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