Solitude

A poem to ponder on oneself

Since on erst he was always e’er

When he noticed that life is a pen,

Bask while it inks and throw when it barrens

Confide the humanity, bury when empty.

 

Becoming so chafe in the sound of beshrew

Hard to fathom all the lyrics of down,

Tried to elude from events tragically

And block the wall that keeps on breaking.

 

Serenity says all quite content

Fighting to lots of caboodle dissonance,

Never been lost to any battles

But greatly affected to the shadow of wounds.

 

How to unite emotion and will?

If one of the defenses overpowers the little,

Hard to quest for the remaining breathe

That he can take when blood still flows.

 

Emotion is the weapon intelligence is the armor

Uncertainty is the only triggering factor,

Deep to thinking on how to open

When he’s to conceal the inside premises

 

No one could hear any assumptions

Even if the mind struggles to squall,

Waiting for the clock to release the fowl

And risk all the knowledge, strength, and spirit.

 

He decided to firmly go with his arm

Embrace the bitter and sweet realism,

That life is a boat of risky adventures

But reminded of the law to never surrender.

 

He’s road is straight with thorns of wander

Maimed while passing to the voyage of the future,

Wanting to stop heads up above

Resting for a while and ponder for a time.

 

Why do battles exist in the boat?

And sinks when the big fans rotate so slow

If the only passenger is the captain alone

Yet struggling for the life believing its unknown.

 

Forever is not an absolute time

On earth life is just a passing smile,

So he accepts the circling motion

And stay in a place of a light solitude.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Angelove]

I liked it...but it was confusing at first

[emman]

thank you!

[Emilie Barn]

I like the poem. It's really nice. Keep it up =))

[emman]

thanks for reviewing! :)

[AK]

Wow! Brilliant poem, I loved the theme, keep writing!