Solitude

 

solitude

is the habitation of my soul;

shelter and food

 

muting the commercials,

peeling back labels

 

slowly, paper leaves curl as I

 

in the midst of rain shading clouds

waiting to fall

 

unfriend the world to wonder

at the silliness

 

of trying to live, breathe, think or be

deprived of solitude

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