Solitude

September 10, 2014
By yaythisisavailable GOLD, Simpsonville, South Carolina
yaythisisavailable GOLD, Simpsonville, South Carolina
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I say I'll be home by eleven

My self-proclaimed restriction

Is always faithfully broken

Deep in the hours of the stars

 

Though my head grows weary

My heart remains steadfast

Unmoved by the dizzy lids

Falling heavy over my eyes

 

I crave detatchment, solitude

A sober-drug found only in

The shades of gray painted by

Clouds tucking the moon in the sky

 

The father I drive, the tauter the rope

The tighter my chest, the smaller my hope



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