SolitaryA Poem by Phillip FrancisThis was written to question the value of being alone. I am not professing to be an expert on how to handle the feeling, but simply questioning my own feelings and how to balance them. Isolation can provide inner peace and simplicity or drive a man insane. Confinement can take place on a crowded
city street or deep within segregated forest.
Aloneness freely invades consciousness,
ignorant of its surroundings. Kindling in the heart, slowly
advancing toward the brain.
With considerable power, one can establish clarification or descend into deep despair. Solitude is either essential or ugly. There is no in between.
Disguised, it's easily misconstrued
as reluctance or a dilemma. It's athletic in nature, with the ability to quickly
redefine self worth.
Good or evil, occupy the experience. It is yours.
Wisdom can only be achieved through
understanding. © 2016 Phillip FrancisAuthor's Note
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Added on January 26, 2016 Last Updated on January 26, 2016 Tags: poetry, alone, loneliness, bad, good Author
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