The Sea And The Solitary Soul
Quiet, near the sea
But miles away from the crowd
Stands the solitary figure
Whose gaze pierces the depth
A Day With My Soul
Soigné of thoughts, attentive.
Prepared for any question, ready with every answer.
The grilling session between the two.
Being Alone 2
I can hear voices all around me
People just come and go
I hear someone walking by
I hear someone calling my name
Being Alone 1
Sitting on an uncomfortable chair,
I just look around,
My things still remain untouched and uncared for.
There is pain in the heart.
I stand under the archway
That speaks of the past, present and the future
The tarnished floor, the vertical lines
Eight wood columns now support nothing
One Night Stand
I lie wide awake
Aimlessly gazing at the ceiling
Ear-shattering silence, I can hear nothing but nothing at all
Brushing aside dishevelled hair