I used to crave the solitude
The stillness of being alone
Unfound, undisturbed.
I used to be happy with just this
Just me, just frolicking on rainclouds and dust
Of yellow pages and fallen leaves.
I used to want the brilliant
Spotlights trained on greatness
The flicker of lights in a lightning storm
The clap of thunder
I used to be this
Now I am nothing
And I don't know how to feel about this.
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Free Rein
Poetry"The human will, in its search for freedom of expression, becomes a self-destructive impulse." -Victor Terras Second collection of my poetry.
