The Confines of My Solitude

Confines of my solitude

 Stricken to my confines, 

my Heart contents a mellow

Chellowed notes of Melancholy tones,

play off me melodicly in a bellow

Tunes of bliss to the SOLE, echoe,  in the abyss of the soul.

The solitude is a chill, but one finds warmth in his cold.

the Corrison of weakness is done in a strength.

and the makings of a soldier is done when EnTrenched.

Its reparation that is done when identified in ones own Truth.

Therefore i find no confines within confine of my solitude.

I found an old blog that I posted on myspace but I had originally wrote this shit in 12th grade 5th  period English Mr.BittenBinder



About The Gritz

Ideally I aspire to be a Tyranny of Business and perspective. I cant tell you descriptively how I feel... so I'll tell you the depths of my thought. thanks for reading.

Posted on 08/01/2011, in Prose and Short Poems, tHROWBacKx and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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