Solitude
An old chum of mine,
Whispers to me
Saying,
Come with me,
Let me show you where to play,
Come with me,
Let me show you my life,
You have nothing to fear,
For I promise to hold you close,
Take my hand and we will take flight,
Let me give you a gift of promised peace,
One so rare,
You cannot take the measure,
Solitude,
My beautiful darkness,
Chats with me,
Sweet thoughts of comfort,
The more I turn deaf ears,
The more my passion increases,
My passion and hunger for peace,
Is nothing new to me,
It’s the desire to experience it,
This desire is somewhat original,
Solitude,
You’re dangerous,
And addictive,
Also I know this,
Once I’m delighted in you,
I will become a beast,
Unleashing the originality in myself,
To beauty unfamiliar and perilous,
But remember,
At the same time,
You also give birth to the opposite,
But truth be told,
I am more mess,
Than a rainy,
And sick and tired,
Of the little white lies,
Telling the world what,
It wants to hear,
I need to discover myself,
So I call on you,
Let’s be whole again my old chum,
Solitude.