The Quagmire of Solitude
The crepuscular sky is an eerie pink.
It reminds me of my dire situation.
Here I am in the quagmire of solitude.
How does it feel to be stuck without a love?
I just want to rise and leave the world behind.
Lonely moments feel like an eternity
when there is no apparent end for my woes.
Another sun is about to set on me.
It is casting a pink hue on nimbus clouds.
Soon, I shall be shrouded in opaque darkness.
How long do I have to wait for the day’s light?
Let me see the dark solitude pass quickly.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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