Perfect SolitudeA Poem by MadScientistReading a book by dim light Wrapped up in comfort; Drumming patter of rain Only breathing moment in that beat of time Exploring the world beneath Ink with my mind as the guide. Perfect Solitude. The throbbing of my heart and voice Careful but methodical Beat of my footfalls in the dead of night. Bathed in orange of the hooded pathways As the cold damp and frost tipped fingers of winter clamp tight, The dreary City of Knives shivers and yet I smile I feel brave. Perfect Solitude. My acquaintances are my thoughts; dreams, my fears and burning hope. My mind. Still the rushing demands of crowds- Faceless souls with Voices but they huddle. I, a passer-by stand in the shadows and watch alone but content. Unnoticed however. I'm misjudged and feared yet I feel nothing for that . I feel the maelstrom of pain and sorrow; rage and hurt I also feel powerful hope and love. So I ask of you, if you too share these thoughts what is Your Perfect Solitude?
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Added on July 22, 2016Last Updated on July 25, 2016 AuthorMadScientistGlasgow, United KingdomAboutI write as hobby and hope (one day) to publish a novel. I hope you like my work, and good luck writing! more..Writing
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