Author's Note: So this is just a little poem about solitary. Enjoy!



Surrounded by darkness,

My only company are the stars from above,

I don't know,

If a single soul dwells,

Within miles of this vicinity.

The only sounds,

Come from the nearby forest,

And in the opposite alignment,

The rushing of a river,

Those are the only assonances I hear,

In this solitary.

Surrounded by darkness,

Nothing to see,

Nothing to feel,

It's like a black hole,

That never ends,

As my hope spirals downward,

As this black hole condenses.

In this solitary,

Freedom is improbable,

Confinement is plausible,

Even if freedom was possible,

Where would I go?

For this is the only life I have ever known.