The Confines of my solitude (Revision)

The Confines of my solitude

 

 Stricken to my confines,

 

my Heart’ contents of mellow.

 

Cello’d  notes of Melancholy tones,

 

play off me melodically in a bellow.

 

Tunes of bliss to the SOLE— echo —  in the abyss of the soul.

 

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

 

Inside of his of his Own is the Home he lives

 

And Inside and Alone is a Throne he sit

 

The Corrosion of weakness is done in a strength.

 

And the makings of a soldier are done when Entrenched.

 

Its reparation that is done when identified in one’s own Truth…

 

Therefore I find no confine within confines of my solitude.

 

…(a submission for Muse RCC)

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Posted on 02/19/2013, in Prose and Short Poems and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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