Itch Of Solitude Poem by Xelam Kan™
Itch Of Solitude
The autumn had passed
but no spring is waking up,
oh my heart is sinking like
a winter's sun,
and
in the shower of agonies, i follow
the hazy prints
of life
that swept all
my cheers away.
O
this sun revolves not for me,
neither my shadow - in these melting
hours- accompanies me.
Preoccupied i am and shade
abstractions.
Is that a terrible itch of solitude,
that killed Bukowski?
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