Solitude
SOLITUDE
Walking in the midst of nothingness around
Not a whistle to be heard, not a cry, not a sound
An ocean of tears forcing its way
Is a blessing for many, as they say
The trauma, the fear of being alone
Preferred anonymity, yet clearly shone
The reasons to smile were now a distant reality
As it always is for a hapless commodity
The wires of distress so closely entwined
Was it a possibility my stars would shine?
The hardships, for life, I was destined to befriend
It seemed would go with me to the very end
As here was a lonesome entombed in calmness
Where the only companion to prize was darkness
Never in my dreams had it scrolled my mind
That beyond my world was a world to find
But why should I cry when there’s none to listen
After all every beginning needs an ignition
As long as I live my heart shall keep pounding
As peculiar as it may seem to me astounding
For the caravan of life must, surely, walk its line
A line so erratic yet so sublime
With life and death now merely apart
The choices at hand were amazingly stark
But here I was still walking against the odds
In hope of Thou, I live Oh God
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