Solitude

These long, wearisome roads
Filled with life's asthmatic breath
These pavements, grey and forlorn
Stamped with hurried, work-bound feet
Their restless spirit repels the soul
And inwards I withdraw more
Let me languish in closed-eyed slumber
Don't awaken me, my dream will be broken
Let me wear the darkness of the night
Though the sky has changed its apparel


Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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by Nosheen Irfan

Comments (5)

Grey and forlorn! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Wonderful poem...10++++ Let me wear the darkness of the night Though the sky has changed its apparel
Let me languish in closed-eyed slumber Don't awaken me, my dream will be broken A temporary respite from the harsh realities of life is essential for anyone. From the weary tumult of the world it is natural for us to seek a kind of escape ! I greatly appreciate your ability to put your thoughts precisely and succinctly using apt images! Top marks!
I read the poem with ease over and over with the realization of the honesty that it conveyed. I imagined those shuffling work-bound feet and sullen drawn faces. Defeated and surrendering to their fate. Their only refuge the solitude of night, perhaps some silver pavement in dreams where hope and decency are a momentary relief from their lives. Thoreau said that most men lead lives of quite desperation......your poem is unfortunately all too real.
If one retreats too much from the tedium and burden of the world, one becomes a hermit - like me. Yet dreams are always superior to reality.