Man's desire to live apart
savage and unruly.
Hiding out among misfits;
bask softly in the desert sun,
desperate to find a peace.
Peace that blooms in every soul,
each one at his own pace.
Growling and groveling until havoc is wracked
and there is nothing more left to bleed.
Summon strength from the hearts weakness.
Commit thyself doubly,
as you would a passion pursuit.
A lonely soul is one whose direction is misspent.
Live as the lizards and mice and hawks do.
Quiet, peaceful-obedient to self.
Copyright © Erin C.C. | Year Posted 2015
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