Solitude in all its glory
fills the air in sorrowful story
All afflicted, one tale like the next
of children aging, beloved departing,
lovers no longer to be caressed
For solitude is that which steals all joy from our young,
and solitary is the black-cloaked figure
that steals warm breath from once-full lungs
And solitary is that which leaves only death whence it comes.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
Solitude in all its glory
fills the air in sorrowful story
All afflicted, one tale like the next
of children aging, beloved departing,
lovers no longer to be caressed
For solitude is that which steals all joy from our young,
and solitary is the black-cloaked figure
that steals warm breath from once-full lungs
And solitary is that which leaves only death whence it comes.
