Solitude
Somewhere deep inside,
A mystery is stirring,
Twisted logic of my mind,
A subtle gentle yearning,
A convoluted feeling,
Some freedom that I seek,
Haunting me in the darkness,
As i desperately try to sleep,
Escape from captivity eludes me,
Though self inflicted,
For the truth is that solitude,
is to what I am addicted.
Copyright © Rachel Aylott | Year Posted 2014
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