SOLITUDE

There I go, and here I come,
All to myself, meeting no one

Elated I feel, depressed, a time
But none could I find, to share some time.

Brooks, willows, beautiful valleys I enjoy
Alas, only to find, none to share the joy.

Darkness, Death and fire, is what I fear,
Fate has not a bosom for me to tender.

Alone I sleep, alone I drink and eat
Day by day ceremoniously repeating this feat.

Oh! This solitude hath me a prey,
Only death can be of rescue any day.

~ by solitaryarcher on February 8, 2007.