Solitude takes only one it's enough for a life that's the voice that does me harm whispering lies of loneliness stating words I only hear asking calm to numb my pain antidote to life's hard knocks a cure for affliction's curse.
No walls may be seen because there is a gulf on which nothing may stand a void for the solitary the silence is all I need false narrative of misery encamped in privacy retreat from the gathering.
An alternative must be found in travelers of same paths to occupy empty holes in order to save a soul from worst of destruction's taint corruption self-invoked looking to the outside to find much more than one.
I appreciate a measure of solitude as an extroverted introvert. I also acknowledge that too much solitude can be harmful to the impacted individual. The introvert, and voices of negative self-worth, resist the social interactions that I really must embrace. The poem “Solitude Takes” is about the toxic nature of solitude and how it could be addressed.