Solitude

A sweet, sad melody
Crafts an image,
A story perhaps, of
Him

A lone soul
pacing through
His chains
of solitude
blinded by the
Wind

Crashing waves
serve as his
only known way
of life, destroying
Everything

Faceless, those around
him do not
Recognize,

Sightless, he cannot
acknowledge the
long forgotten
being that calls to
Him.

Head down, hands in
pockets, the lone soul
continues his chained
walk, his lover's cry,
falling on deaf
Ears

Yet her cry
never died,
forever echoing
in his halting
Heart.

All he needs to
do is
Look up
before this
sweet, sad melody
comes to an
End.


Yup, just another poem I hope you enjoyed. If you did, I invite you to check out my collection of poems I have. It's under "Weakness of the Soul" and has nine poems. I only intend to post up ten in that. Well, of course I would like to say,

Thank you! -