Solitude
Moonless night under a cloudy sky
The shades of gray upon my skin
Solitude creeps so high
On the hues of brown and green
The only sound is deafening silence
Despair is sickle that rips the heart
Emptiness is like pestilence
That rips the soul apart
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2023
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