Solitude
Vanquish the heart
once trusted,
frail is the hand of faith!
Still the blood overflowing,
streaming river of one’s life.
Bequeath not to hands
idle and lame,
death to those who
fail to see.
Strength of will
to kindred hearts,
being alone
is not akin to loneliness.

November 25, 2007 · Filed Under poetry
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