Mark R Slaughter
My solitude aches -
Deep within my tissues.
O! why so many issues
For me to bear alone?
My solitude drags -
Hauls me through the mountains.
O! why so many fountains
Of tears for me to bear?
My solitude sucks -
Rips me through its vessel.
O! why this bloody hassle
To weigh my shoulders down?
I'll swap for pain -
A lesser strain
I'll trade for grief -
The lesser thief
But solitude -
The perfect food
To see me screwed
In solitude -
The perfect mood
To see me brood
For those like me
I'm so subdued,
My thoughts extrude -
My brain is stewed!
So don't elude
The final truth:
It's painful here
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
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