Poetry, Quill

Solitude

My solitude beckons me,

It mocks me every night,

And I, the prey,

Wrap myself in my words,

They surround me, my words,

They take me away,

Yet I know it hunts,

My solitude,

for my broken excuse,

of a broken soul,

That runs away from his fate.

One thought on “Solitude”

  1. gamefly says:

    each time i used to read smaller articles which also clear their
    motive, and that is also happening with this paragraph which I am reading at this time.

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