Loneliness is a state of mind, one I'm in quite often.
Solace deeply bathes me daily with it's silent whispering of being alone throughout life.
Choosing to go off by myself, just to write from interior contemplation where life is totally stark in it's heroic reality.
Points of interest never escape my pen, as imagination rolls out many ideas, fulfilling every neuron and synapse with poetry.
A life-long trance of loneliness encapsulates my being of my own free will now and evermore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice word choices. An interesting and heart-felt topic. I really like when you said life has heroic reality. Those two words you never really see together, especially about life. I find that idea something to ponder, and really is quite innovative in your poem.