Sunday, August 25, 2013

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.

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