Solitude
5 March, 2004
Author: Justus Isaiah Richardson
Within the torturous realm
Of insatiable loneliness,
The bitter fool contemplates
The meaning of his solitude.
Immersed in the blood
Of imaginary victims,
He cradles the corpse
Of his lost innocence.
Lashing out, as vipers strike,
His words carry his venom,
Deadly poison pours from him
Coursing through his victims veins.
None dare enter his territory,
For his wrath is swift and deadly.
He patrols his borders closely,
Shooting trespassers on sight.
He builds a wall to keep them out,
They could never understand.
He wears a mask to hide his face,
And yells hypocrisy at the world.
Within this torturous realm
Of insatiable loneliness,
The bitter fool contemplates
The meaning of his solitude.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Meridian (205.188.209.71) -- Tuesday, March 16 2004, 07:28 pm I love your rhyme scheme Justus! Divine poem overall! Keep up the good work! (smiles) |
| KitKatrina (68.189.46.16) -- Monday, October 25 2004, 10:42 pm This was such a unique poem and one I've been looking for. Like Meridian posted, your vocabulary is outstanding. You capture our attention so greatly. GREAT GREAT job... keep it up.. |
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