Poetry

Solitude, finally

Solitude kills me
Buries me in an unmarked
Grave in deep shadow

Six feet under dirt
Mind alive but soul is dead
Slowly losing air

Light footsteps above
Do not shout, make no movement
A hide no seek game

Don’t even panic
Becoming accustomed to
My new lot in life

Ha, no pun intended
I’m still a dark humored bitch
Even in death

Do not cry for me
There’s nothing for me above ground
I’ve found solace here

There are no masks worn
Solicitous small talk
Smiling at strangers

Just honest here
Arms crossed over half-beating heart
Content in this lot

Ha

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