Solitary
In a moment I realize
I am alone, abandoned
and lost. At times
I rejoice in the solitude.
At others I mourn.
I long for company
but I no longer know how
to reach out to find a
friend in the dark;
Solitude is my state
I know the truth—
and yet I desire more.
Truth is not knowledge
and knowledge is not hope.
I long and cry, wrapped
in silence forged by my own
lonely hand. The wall is up
whole, solid, an isolated glory
keeping everything away, or
maybe everything in. I
no longer know, nor can
I see. The difference is
small—spanning cold galaxies,
endless interior space.
Surrounded, smiling, talking
to others—it doesn't matter.
Solitude is my grace and
silence my saviour.
Almost no one knows
and no one cares, for
sorrow exists in loneliness.
And I see from a solitary
vantage point—the truth.
That everyone
is lost, alone,
abandoned…
Just like me.
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