Solitary: Poetry


Incandescent dream
wrapped around me
and I faltered on the stairs

The memory bloomed ripe
of his hands lingering
on my bare shoulders

But his love had gone,
now just an ethereal mirage
plaguing me evermore

I wondered how to reach Heaven
when I kept peering down
hellish corridors of loneliness

Yet the staircase remained silent,
a stoic witness to
my tortured introspection

So at last,
I closed my eyes to the past
and marched onward:

Solitary.



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