Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Poem: I'll miss absurd solitude

Black Bleakness

Gentle Meekness

Combined with a fierce sense of self

Together a paradox

Yet no conflict is born

Internal or otherwise

Only my own agenda is in play

No other voices to silence

Or give in to

No pressure

Unless I want it

My machine turns

There is warmth with others

Abstract love, fun, and memories

But there is peace here

Though my thoughts can be chaotic

They are familiar

No cigarettes but I have music

And a pen & paper

Even without

I'm not lonely...

(Belart)