Solitude Poem by Tang Trevor
Solitude
No need to worry,
because I know it.
Only the fury,
I never forget it.
It is invisible solitude,
the murky killer.
It glooms my attitude,
being blue in summer.
Struggle in jungle.
Unsafe and risky.
Life fills up with shingles,
being hurted and empty.
Muddy in January,
hard to walk.
Tears in February,
hard to talk.
Walk or talk.
No interest.
The solitude-hawk,
is my dearest.
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