Loner

My soul weakens in loneliness
Whilst I station aloof,
As my spirit within which I prosper
Dares not grant company.
The garden before which I remain
Shrunk in greyness with feeble twigs
And stems devouring its likeness,
Thus it cries in loss for colorful company.
Yet still it’s conscious the solitude
Won’t persevere as the sojourn
Fall will recoil in Spring,
And there it shall Spring!
But my own forlornness
For as far as I live will never withdraw,
And forever will I contemplate
The abstruse reason.

Reviews

[Wall Hermitt]

Awesome poem Dwarf. Very colourful and pessimistic at once.

[Violet Stone]

Nice poem and by the way, your new right? I'd just like to welcome you to writers cafe! I'm fairly new too! :)

[The Dwarf]

Hi yeah I just joined the site. Thanks for the review.

[Violet Stone]

Your welcome :)