Solitude
Solitude
A restless night, never ending
Its darkness clouding my mind
Creating visions of ghosts of the past
All dancing to the tune of the ticking clock
Morning finally comes in the small and dingy room
Faint rays of sunlight seep through tattered blinds
The sparseness of my existence dimly illuminated
My eyes open slowly but refuse to focus
I realize that the world is still there, as before
And I am still trapped, alone, in my solitude
Copyright Charlie Gragg, January 17, 2011
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