Solitude

Solitude short poem

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Somehow I make
The same mistake
So quick to bend
But not to break
I know the price
And what’s at stake
You’re fast asleep
I’m wide awake
I can’t say why
Or how I knew
The game we played
Would ruin you
What I’ve become
Concerns no one
Just walk away
Or turn and run
Either way
Our time is done
I lost control
A few years back
And it was clear
That I still lack
The confidence
Of better men
That is until
I hold a pen
Extracting words
From way back when
I’m far too scared
To speak them now
And if I could
I’m not sure how
The world would see
A different me
That perfect lie
I claim to be
Don’t act surprised
At what you see
Just drown In your
Reality
The worst part is
You can’t undo
A past mistake
It’s part of you
Just learn to live
In solitude
In time I swear
You’ll be renewed

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