Loneliness and why

A Poem by D.G

I. Loneliness

“Aloneness is diff’rent than loneliness.”

“I know,” I said, who sat beside myself;

“did not also I notice your stillness?”

“I did,” I said; “tis our intertwined self.”

“By which I means two bouting moieties

in equal ubiety, don’t agree?”

“By which I infers a repulsive force,

matched by equal his thwarting self-remorse.”

“Me is only a pleasure by I made.”

“Then I is a fool, who’s myself betrayed.”

“Then pussyfoot thee in the dark, and whine;

and do not call again on joys benign.”

“Loneliness is indecision,” sighed I.

“How often have you chosen otherwise?”

(“Well, only sometimes, I…”

“Now then ask myself: why?” …)

II. Because

I, not always with my pen am scrib’ling,

but who often with myself am quib’ling,

heed never the sun who beckons my name,

because I told myself I would be great;

and for the sake of making dreams my fate;

there’s only dedication you can blame.

I’m sure that if you told yourself the same

you would understand what greatness demands;

that “coming out to play” would not enhance

one if any of the chances that you took;

for longer is the process forth than grand,

and trying most a writer in his nook…

Loneliness is an indulgence I need,

and dedication’s crucial, cruel, my creed.

© 2016 D.G

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Your phrasing is very awkward in Part 1. It makes your writing a bit hard to understand.
Though I do quite like your Part 2. Very well written, describes that little quandary we have as writers...

Overall I think it's a great little piece, just a confusing in the beginning. Your first line though is both accurate and well said. :) I like it though