There is a peace in solitude
A calm which seeps
Through this secluded interlude
A serenity which creeps
There is an energy in isolation
A mood that lifts
An antidote to the clatter and confrontation
A welcome precious gift
The accepted view, misconstrued and erroneous
For this stolen, misinterpreted loneliness
The calming, steady hand of sobriety For days and weeks and months Holds and comforts Soothes and cools Dilutes the cruel Guiding the...
The bronzen dale lay bathed Lit gold by the late-day sun Wonderfully, Gloriously swathed While the light warns of night-time to come The...
His broken heart won’t mend But he’s laying down foundations To simply walk again With lowered expectations One foot before the next Is...
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