- solace to solitude -

I feel haunted
I run to escape the threats
Being vague and blurred
Yet constant
I only rest to mourn

My fear is my privilege
The only thing that is steady
The fear I breathe
The resignation I exhale
Make me aware
Of everything
That happens

My sadness is my companion
It wraps its arms around me
And calms, protects me
Always
For I am alone in my grief
And that is everything
remaining




© by Friday VanTassel, 2001
 
 

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