Solitude

Once upon a time in a city,
I found a man, troubled and lonely.
I offered him some money with utmost kindness,
He served me repudiation with grains of sweetness.
He looked less than gold and diamonds,
His words disconnected him from vagabonds.
We walked a long way,
Talked even more;
The crimson Sky shouted out to the setting Sun,
“Encore! Encore! Encore!”

We talked about our lives,
Of dreams under construction,
And also about those,
Eaten up by destruction.
We criticized the angels and appreciated the demons,
Our eyes met often breaching all reasons.

Deep into the woods we walked,
And played games until we found ourselves locked!
The flimsy cage questioned my courage,
I broke it open with flaring rage.
Freed from the hutch,
I stretched my hand towards my partner in distress,
Anguish covered my eyes as I saw no face.

Once upon a time in a city,
I found myself, happy yet lonely.
Nightly images came out in a dusky evening,
Letting out my desires and inner feeling.
I walked for long and talked no more,
For I was in love with my presence,
And the mind that I bore.

3 Replies to “Solitude”

  1. Your writing style has a compelling movement to it, drawing the reader through your thoughts with gentleness and subtlety. This piece resonated with me on a deep level, leaving me to muse on how a poem about solitude could make me feel less alone. Great work!

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