Fortitude in Solitude

Its like a painting in progress
brush strokes slowly revealing
the intricacies of thoughts on canvas
unspoken words become bleeding colours

Frequent unrequired solitude in silence
drowning in thousands of speech bubbles
going unread in unopened magazines
is the sensation of the existence

Fortitude in enduring bouts of loneliness
grasping hopes within encroaching blankness
or toeing fading lines of cultural bullies
is the full pledge internal battle

Vainly thinking all songs sang
are glorifying worthiness to love
feeding the obscenity of an ego
greedily living on delusions to greatness

sometimes the mirror speaks the truth
not everything is about this reflection
yet the core of being is the essence
just adjusted from peripheral perspectives.