#17 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Solitude becomes trickery,
When growing inside me;
There are distances everywhere,
Please be with me here...
Dark sun lights and bluish moons,
Flickering fortunes past ruins:
Flying space of emotions,
All shorts of erosions.

I found out I was alone,
Didn't hear you on the phone;
Only shadows on my wall,
Growing 10 feet tall.

Lonely silence I can't bear,
Wish you where with me here:
Taking care of loves outburst,
We could both adjust...