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...Whispers of my Solitude
By SolApathy
Worlds of winter never end
They are the driving force within
Keeping me free of warmth and love
Broken moments I can’t speak of
Things I never wish to be heard
The silence of not one singing bird
Drifting in the solace of passion never known
This cold I feel forever my home
I welcome the alone…
They are the driving force within
Keeping me free of warmth and love
Broken moments I can’t speak of
Things I never wish to be heard
The silence of not one singing bird
Drifting in the solace of passion never known
This cold I feel forever my home
I welcome the alone…
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Saturday, March 3, 2018.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
...In this solitude I can stand tall--Knowing in the emptiness no one will ever see me...FallComments on "...Whispers of my Solitude "
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A former member wrote:
I've already read this a few times now and keep coming back. It just feels so close.
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On Sunday, March 4, 2018, dwells
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wrote:
Home, for a growing segment of the population, seems to be where we hang our hat, Sol. Perhaps our words create an alternate reality; if just for a while, and that will have to do. Cheers my friend! - Dan
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On Saturday, March 3, 2018, Anna McCarra
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This captured something universal, I think. This really speaks to me about the vulnerability of being human, and the seeming impossible task of healing after heartbreak. Walls go up for protection, but eventually they at least need some opening. The honesty in this is a window, letting in a sliver of light.
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