Solitude Nimbus Soul

Solitude Nimbus Soul short poem

Solitude Nimbus Soul short poemUploaded by sfcjamesabamonga


I think of myself as a heavy cloud,
waiting anytime to pour down.
But it is in me, trying to restrain my inner cloud.
Though the sky is gray and it seems I keep falling on the same gravity.
Sometimes I deprived myself from being weary to that bleak midnight dreary.
It was like looking in supine to the sky with luminescence, but there is no single star that glows like a phosphenes.
But in solitude I look forward to the day of iridescent like the captivating rainbow that glows– to seek not in ephemeral glory but in ineffable yet utterly eloquent glory.

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