Solitude
By Apolinario Villalobos
In solitude you hear your mind
Choked with voices –
Some gruff, some nice
You are not yourself
While adrift in silence
That seems to tear you apart.
Clouds you see
Even with closed eyes
Wafting in the gentle breath
You let out with a heavy sigh.
In solitude you see yourself
With an aura of colors –
Some dense, some calm
You are not yourself
While shrouded in hues
Which seem to melt you down.
The breeze you feel
Though with fingers numbed
Caressing your soul that quiver –
But keep from breaking apart.
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