Abject Solitude

Abject Solitude short poem

When all the sounds that fill the air die not,

And for a little rest, my ears do crave,

The joys of loneliness that I forgot,

In silence lie, the hallmark of the grave;

What little time for solitude is best,

In distant place, to hide and nurse my pride,

This put-on face will now be put to rest,

As virtue would take over as my guide;

But what a price, to pay for this good grace

Will it be worth my while to gain the self,

That I once lost as wager in that race,

I’ll now display with trophies in the shelf;

………For here, at last is balm for healing wound,

………But most of all, a refuge has been found.

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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A well written piece about the longing to feel a sense of solitude, to be in the companionship of silence and be at peace.

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A very nice read!

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