Agree, agree, my eyes and senses can lie to me
There is no good, nor evil; just the idea, limiting.
On one side, and the other, each will find the other blind.
For senses of sight, smell, touch and all sorts of kind
can subdue any and all of such feeble mind.
Due to a disasterous fate of some kind,
I lost a most dear, sublime sense of mine.
Absent is my scent of flowers, home, and thyme.
Not only this, my friend, I can isolate more of my mind.
As dark as I am, I encourage such light.
I'm not a dark and oblivious blight,
Though please only take that as insight.
Here again as a querent, next person:
What is your description of solace.