Solitude Poem by Martino Fortuin

Solitude



Even they are coming down to bear
The only company I have left to share

I take no delight
in the colour of my plight

Even the corners are bare
And evidently aware

And thence am I drawn
Without liberty to yawn

Now I have cause to fear
that the lines will notice my tear

I will charge at them one more time
And attempt to make them round again

For I find comfort in a curve
Which I clearly deserve

They will then have to hide
While I determine the extent of my slide.

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