Beautiful Loneliness
© Nov 23, 2007 All Rights Reserved
I’m like the chill in the air blowing between the barren trees carelessly seeking out to escape the nothingness that invades my soul endlessly.
Daring not to settle upon the marshy ground lest I get trapped in my own demise and realize my eyes have lied.
For when the air stands still there’s no choice but to look around and drown in the sound of loneliness to which I’ve become bound.
The forward momentum was my blindfold keeping emotions controlled and secrets untold while the cold numbed and consoled.
My beautiful loneliness is a gentle caress placing a soft kiss of kindness upon my empty lips. It protects me from the duress of heartbreak and the wickedness of the callous.
I embrace it, though reluctantly at times, for I know that spells cast by mankind is defined in a past that reminds me that this solo state is divine.
My beautiful loneliness I plead with thee, embrace me and keep me blowing through the barren trees carelessly as I seek out my destiny before the darkness envelops me.
