Leave me be,
enveloped and enraptured
by the poetry of silence.
A private island
in a sea of faces.
Wistful but aware,
between
elation and despair.
*Please forgive my
love of solitude.*
The people of this world,
too beautiful for words,
are better from a distance.
Their voices,
a far off fanfare.
I feel safer here,
beneath a shield of
tranquil secrecy;
keeping a heart slowly healing
from wounds of long ago.
I have no shame
to hide from pain.
Would you deny me solace,
nestled in a home
of loneliness?
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
Leave me be,
enveloped and enraptured
by the poetry of silence.
A private island
in a sea of faces.
Wistful but aware,
between
elation and despair.
*Please forgive my
love of solitude.*
The people of this world,
too beautiful for words,
are better from a distance.
Their voices,
a far off fanfare.
I feel safer here,
beneath a shield of
tranquil secrecy;
keeping a heart slowly healing
from wounds of long ago.
I have no shame
to hide from pain.
Would you deny me solace,
nestled in a home
of loneliness?
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