Echoes Of Solitude Poem by Rudolph Adidi

Roaming in the wilderness of
Loneliness,
thoughts of prime love was
now at the edge of stiffness.
Anytime I get the feeling, it
pierces in strictness,
I heard it echoe in form of
fulfillness.
I nested in shame of
unworthlyness,
Spat on thoughts of manly
goddess.
All I ever did was claim to
possess.
Possession of what was not
mine jittered soulness.
Killing me hopes of farther
plains that are stainless,
It reiterated every move to
give its name and less.
Pasted, pecured, parted and
familiarise itself in cards
clueless.
Echoes of Solitude ran
through my fortress.