Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Abject Solitude - Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

When all the sounds that fill the air die not,
And for a little rest, my ears do crave,
The joys of loneliness that I forgot,
In silence lie, the hallmark of the grave;
What little time for solitude is best,
In distant place, to hide and nurse my pride,
This put-on face will now be put to rest,
As virtue takes on over as my guide;
But what a price to pay for this good grace,
Will it be worth my while to gain the self
That once I lost as wager in that race,
To now display with trophies in the shelf?
………For here, at last is balm to heal a wound,
………But most of all, a refuge has been found.

Topic(s) of this poem: noise, race, refugee, silence, solitude

Form: Sonnet

Comments about Abject Solitude by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

  • (8/18/2012 9:31:00 PM)

    Another good one! Thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 21, 2015

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