A Solemn Balance

As a loner, I often am tempted to join the crowds, but usually shy away. This is`my struggle to be social.

From my solace I pull a chalice

For my thinker's drink of choice.

A solemn balance comes in fragrance

And blessings drawn by a voice.

From my palace to a salvage

Of hearts and parts to a point.

Condemn the challenge of revenge

And messing with a two faced coin.

Quiet, quiet, in one with silence

Find myself long without.

The candle ignited and my conscience

Finds a self gone too far out.

Cut the limb of a dying tree

For the critters to catch a breath.

The rot won't win if I see

Where I plant my bitterness.

Let it sleep, let it be, let the lonely have their peace

Once I weep, my heart will bleed, as it moves out of reach.

From my solace, a stone white chalice,

Leave my malice by the creek.

If my follies are too tragic,

Back to silence my voice will keep.