Treasure Island

Rebecca Parker


Solitude


Sitting in my room alone
Wrapped warmly in a quilt
Cold wind blowing outside my window
Feeling not a pang of guilt
For needing solitude

There is a certain feel of comfort
With a loved one so close by
But that feeling is not near enough
When unable to see eye to eye
And needing solitude

Our dreams were quickly shattered
Hopes of a future are no more
Time we spent mere memories
Grieving felt to the very core
And needing solitude

Solitude for peace of mind
Time alone to heal
We lost so much in so little time
But our friendship remains strong & real
Now & in our solitude.

Submitted: Saturday, April 15, 2006

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  • Rayne Downe (6/3/2008 5:48:00 PM)

    The repitition make the poem more beautiful than it is. Your 'need for solitude' can be related to, by many. it's most definatly a 10. (Report) Reply

  • Dan Robbins (9/21/2007 5:11:00 PM)

    I really enjoyed this. I hope one day, too can be at peace with my resentment for 'her', and feel the warmth of solitude rather than the cold hand of loneliness. (Report) Reply

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