Poetry Of The Century

The Cycle of Solidarity and Solitary

I wish someday I can live by myself
I wish someday I can taste what I felt

The sweetness of the solitary me
The delish of a freshen freedom air
The boundless decision made by yourself

No chains to restrain
No gag to surpress my feelings 
No words that add to the dictatorship
No warm bodies that adds heat to the boiling world
No cold stares that freezes me more

No sound from anyone but myself
No surveying eyes that sticks to you like a decade old adhesives
No judgemental comments that strikes you like a deformed item
No hands to fill up your cup of sufferings
No lips to empty your bowl of confidence
No eyes to degrade your dignity

But just me
Only me to suffer and to enjoy everything

And each day my curiosity of solidarity grows
And each day I ask for family more
Andeach day peers and friends are what I seek
That people comforts me

Lend their shoulders to lean on
Accepts me
Forgives me
Never denies me
Have fun with me 
Enjoy with me

Spends a portion of their lifetime with me
Even a millionth of one of their span of life is a gratitude
Even a second can be scraped
A moment can't be wasted

To share our problems
To communicate our discoveries
To crack our jokes
To offer our helping hand

And when misunderstanding occurs
Turbulence of anger is rushing in
Impending rage erupts
Thrashing of sharp words filled the air

And pain of befriending comes
Impacts of solidarity is being realized
Relationships are meaningless
Regrets of meeting anyone sinks in

And I would succumb back
Back again to my solitary me.

This is what I created when I was feeling down and words just spill out in my mind

It talks about the undecisiveness of a person whether to be socializing or to be anti-social.
It talks about the experiences the persona in the poem about the reasons of switching back from being a person that is pro-solidarity or a person that stays solitary

Have different viewpoint? Comment below and show me what you think.

Don't worry. My past teacher said that,

"Poem is a battleground of possibilities, therefore no explanation is wrong but the enlightenment must not be far from the context."

So don't despair.