SolitudeA Poem by The Hampstead Poet
Alone, I stand, in the company of darkness
Shed I no tear lest I make a sound The silence echoes, resounding in my ears And there I stand, rooted to the ground It is in this bliss, this solitude Or perhaps is it a curse? That focuses me once again As my bleeding wounds I nurse A sound would never reach my ears For I wait, but for what I don't know It is in this time I let my mind clear When my path is hidden with fallen snow I wait, their cruel words resounding But my numb body does not feel their sting Nothing but empty space around me Taunts and jeers still echoing This little peace within my mind My one haunt to which I return They call me an idiot, they call me odd But in drowning a girl cannot burn I shroud my problems in darkness The bad as well with the good But this one sacred place within my mind Does not need to be understood
© 2013 The Hampstead PoetAuthor's Note
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