My Solitude

My solitude,
The friend that never disappoints me,
Comes to me and displays his life,
Makes me wonder,
If it’s the smiles or tears I’m choosing,
As my own..

My solitude,
Is like the lover,
That wants to be my only one true love,
To possess me,
And keep me for herself..

My solitude,
Is like the nation,
Where a million citizens of my mind reside,
And breathe under,
In the hope of a brighter future..

My solitude,
Is the voice inside me,
That drowns out all the other noises,
Of triviality..

My solitude,
Is like the beauty,
That falls in love with me,
Raising me above,
The mediocrities of darkness..

My solitude,
Is like the river,
That has forever flown,
Through the ebb and flow,
Streaming into my hours..

My solitude,
Is like the friendship,
That carries me through,
Making me believe that,
The home of forgiveness never far away,
And never has been,
I can still make amends,
To all broken pieces,
That were once whole..

– A work coming out of the melancholy that my city Stillwater, Oklahoma always brings in me.

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