Solitude in the Strangeness

 

The days in presence ingested their birth

Diluting age into an elixir of self worth  

While the hours lashed about the days

Like tragic souls lost in tormented plays;

If the oddness was any stranger -

Time’s hammers would clangor

As the shadows of solitude encroach

And chaos whispers for the torch

To enlighten the darkness away as a long night

Awaits nascent sleep - disguised in a mask of fright

I feel a soothing touch replenish the maddening sense

That the skies are so deep that the stars have lost tense

For time will forget all sins at dawn’s grace

And forgive the solitude in the strangeness - with a blank face.