What a solitary world this is

A poem written within an hour one morning when I was in quite a dark state of mind.

What a solitary world this.

Winds I hear toss and turn

Outside. They long to break in and

Wrap their cold blows about me,

To stop me from any escape from

Loneliness. I hear voices around me,

The tittle tattle of talk close by,

Yet, so far and distant from this

Solitary existence. I wonder

If I am fated to this life,

That you three fates, who took

Juliet and her love Romeo to their

Deaths, will force me to an always

Lonely life. What cold words they are,

Lonely and Solitary, devoid of any

Warmth or Feeling. I feel I am

Subjected to Emily's words

Desolate, Anguish, and almost Despair.

What beautiful words they are,

Yet I would not wish to feel them.

I would not wish to feel

For one moment like I do.

Lost and devoid of strength,

Hope, too, is nearly gone, for I have

No strength left to grasp on to it.

Before my mind's eye, I see a

Butterfly. How delicate a creature,

Yet I see broken wings: she is

Trapped. No escape can she make

Out of the Isolation she is

Caught in. Isolation, another

Cold word. To feel so weak,

Limpid, unable to reach out

To any Life out there. The poor

Lady, what she must have

Suffered in her isolated Tower,

Only hearing, and in her mirror,

Seeing, a world of life pass by.

 

(remains unfinished)

 

January 24th, 2008

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[Tomás Ó C..]

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