Isn'T Solitude Too Hard To Tolerate

Loners choose their own destiny, although it foretells exactly the reason for each cause; some loners reject awareness if they become helpless: will it ease their impudence? Isn't solitude too hard to tolerate? Isn't it going to cost them pain? Doesn't isolation with its gloominess deprive them of closeness? Anybody who has come closer to the realization of desires will be disappointed by far... losing another precious chance again! Isn't solitude too hard to tolerate, refusing the company of a mate? How can loneliness help one find freedom if shadows hide his sun, that light he needs to illuminate his path when days become nights and incite a loner to run towards a brilliant moon? Loners desperately cling to inclement helplessness, not recognizing they are trapped by deceit and lies, but their belief is a constant bluff to themselves letting time slip their emotions without noticing how they misjudged someone's precious trust; and they will regret their decision of having chosen total freedom over fidelity, never filling the void from the day they decided to part. Isn't solitude too hard to tolerate, not easy to strip from a miserable soul that lacks compassion or even forgiveness; and these two are seldom denounced by their hatefulness. Do their moods clearly indicate that they have given up both on living and their life's goal?