Pillar Of Solitude Poem by Edgar Eslit

Alone lonely loner
among the boughs in caved pavilion
startles the fowl from the gaggles slumber
but though she traces the scenes with oblation,
yet her memory caveats her like sewer

Alone lonely loner
Whose wisdom sires images of deeds refine?
In her soul's pleasure it prevails forever
Hardened thoughts thwart her spine
for its swinging whims perched in constant reminder

Alone lonely loner
While yielding her prayers respond so fine
In most familiar beat it backfires with spire
Then the roar and the crisps of homeless winter
echoes its solemn tune, struggling over her troubled chime

Alone lonely loner
While shivering into her unfounded altruism
her passing wind scatter in false contentious desire
Realizing her bygone yesteryears as nowhere to bloom
Concluded “acceptance is blessed when one surrenders”