My solitude aches –
Deep within my tissues.
O! why so many issues
For me to bear alone?
My solitude drags –
Hauls me through the mountains.
O! why so many fountains
Of tears for me to bear?
My solitude sucks –
Rips me through its vessel.
O! why this bloody hassle
To weigh my shoulders down?
I’ll swap for pain –
A lesser strain
Of torture;
I’ll trade for grief –
The lesser thief
To nurture.
But solitude –
The perfect food
To see me screwed
In solitude –
The perfect mood
To see me brood
In solitude…
Misconstrued?
Ah-ah dude!
No rectitude
Or fortitude
For those like me
In solitude!
I’m so subdued,
My thoughts extrude –
My brain is stewed!
So don’t elude
The final truth:
It’s painful here
In solitude,
Alone.
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
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