sometimes I just want to be alone
alone as I stare in solitudes embrace,
No footsteps echo, no voices near,
Just whispers of the wind, tender and clear.
I am alone, but I am not lonely
a plethora of thoughts, like a starlit canopy
I sit in silence, but I am not silenced
For I can find solace in the depths of my soul.
No need for masks, no need to pretend
for being alone is my greatest friend.
Some call it sad, but I see this
a beautiful world of solidarity bliss.
As the world progresses,
laced with menace,
I linger back and stay still
alone, but never truly torn
"being alone means you are broken"
Is something that people often say
but oh I cannot change their minds
because who believes words on a page?
No need for grandeur, no need for show,
Just the gentle rhythm of my hearts own flow
For in the broken rhymes of solitude's embrace,
I find the solace that time cannot erase.
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Poems for the silenced
Poezjafor the ones that couldn't find the words to speak, and for the ones who wrote things in books, this one is for you.
