I Speak For Solitude Poem by Rani Turton

I speak for solitude, I sing of solitude
I wrote of solitude, of that cold despair;
Of dreamless nights and futile dawns
While the world slept and a watchful moon, compassionately
Painted a dark, golden sky.

I spoke of solitude oftentimes in soft rhymes
But melancholy brushed my eyes.
I sang of solitude in fevered dreams
Even, oh even, truest love touched my cheek
But, cold and sure, just walked on by.

I speak again of solitude, I sing again of solitude
Strum those guitar strings of melancholy because I am I;
I will appropriate that despair and call it mine.
Sing out my solitude, drink it not in tears, but in the wine.

Copyright: Rani Turton