Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Solitude


Solitude – a monk’s prayer maybe,
Because with it comes knowing the unseen;
To me it is only deafening silence -
Silence so loud, it ruptures the core of soul;
A great void begins to form,
Leading to the depths of all that is vile;
Confused and desolated –
I hope to break out of this melancholy mood,
To be free once again would mean,
I have to kill the screaming silence else,
I will be dying every day I live.

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