Shades Of Solitude

(PROMT NUMBER 15)

(I - about self, the world, and the distraught state)

 

The world became a grief-stricken Tartarus

And desolation defeated my ingenuity.

As people mourned the loss of their alleged freedom,

I struggled to deal with horrors borne by Ambiguity.

 

I was once happy in my solitary as the choice was mine,

Surrounded by musings and the sounds from the cacophonic lane.

Then the Pandora’s box was stirred up afresh and it fashioned a sickness; wild and ominous.

Now trapped inside my head, I murder the immortal monotony again in vain.

 

(II - about the thoughts a person will have when alone)

 

These words, you see, Come with a menace, 

Of silence that often be, The good, the bad 

and the ugly, was in fact, all me. 

They seem to rise like dust in air, 

To wallow in guise till the wound shalt bear. 

I for one not so wise, watch it all carefree, 

 

(III - efforts, helplessness and final words)

 

I go from one to another, like sky undressing it’s color, 

Shade after after shade I discover, like 

There is no roof To put me under. 

Life is a matrix I think, with every drop 

Of it’s soul I drink, time like a cop

Holds me at brink