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Solitude
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Solitude
Origins, 14th century;
The quality of being alone,
Seclusion in an uninhabited place,
Old thoughts die, an a new one begins,
The kiss of the spider, and echoed touch of silence
In solitude, I have craved being alone,
A search to be pure, apart from ghosts of the dark
The confusion sets in, and has bruised my face,
Can I be as one, in a symphony of life when it lies all the time
How can I be alone when I’m alone all the time,
In my created mold of the faces of old friends; desire, darkness and me,
It comes back again, crashing against a locus of control
The only map my minds ever been down
Lord; I have been hard to please,
And I can feel it coming,
Pouring out colors frozen in rhyme,
Howling from the faces of every page in my book
That I am part of the problem, as well as solution
Within this dark beacon… kept vigilant,
Watching from watchtowers of stone, crepusculed over hell
No, I cannot simply pretend that I can rebuild this again
In solitude, I have been drunken, and written down,
In pages of the book, of a curious onlooker:
```~~~... wolf ...~~~```
Solitude
Origins, 14th century;
The quality of being alone,
Seclusion in an uninhabited place,
Old thoughts die, an a new one begins,
The kiss of the spider, and echoed touch of silence
In solitude, I have craved being alone,
A search to be pure, apart from ghosts of the dark
The confusion sets in, and has bruised my face,
Can I be as one, in a symphony of life when it lies all the time
How can I be alone when I’m alone all the time,
In my created mold of the faces of old friends; desire, darkness and me,
It comes back again, crashing against a locus of control
The only map my minds ever been down
Lord; I have been hard to please,
And I can feel it coming,
Pouring out colors frozen in rhyme,
Howling from the faces of every page in my book
That I am part of the problem, as well as solution
Within this dark beacon… kept vigilant,
Watching from watchtowers of stone, crepusculed over hell
No, I cannot simply pretend that I can rebuild this again
In solitude, I have been drunken, and written down,
In pages of the book, of a curious onlooker:
```~~~... wolf ...~~~```
Published 14th Aug 2015
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Anonymous
15th Aug 2015 1:37am
Another reflective write of the beautiful and dark. . .You're beautiful, DeadWolf. . .
