Solitude that Nourishes and Heals: A Poem
There was that time during my early start
when friends were scarce by a crazy fate
loneliness sat heavy on my friendly heart
and yet a blessing with nothing to regret.
Wandering in this world with no compass or map
I met many characters from novels and stages
drawn to me by chance or some weird mishap
a colorful gallery of faces of all different ages.
Apparently friendly, at least by their pose
with a passing smile measured in a dose
or empty bottle that would bring us close
but not a type for a poem, more for prose.
So when I got a clue what was going on
it was like myself being in that room only
and then I quietly wished to be left alone
maybe to end up feeling much less lonely.
At other occasions compliment would come
before I discovered some cosmetic pretenses
as he would turn nothing but shallow and dumb
didn't need much more to get back to my senses.
So again, it was like me in that room only
while I quietly wished to be left alone
maybe to end up feeling less lonely.
Those times are gone, and yet I can't lie and pretend
for there are still times when that past would return
when in the middle of hosting a true good friend
reluctant to face it, but being forced to learn.
Yes, it feels like myself at my home only
while I am secretly wishing to be left alone
maybe to end up feeling so much less lonely.