Solitair Poem by stephen morris

</>Anger has cast a couldron deep inside my soul,
its moulton metal to cold to hold,
One sylable or two is all it takes to make this eruption take place,
yet words alone carn`t heal the fold.
dispair turns out the light no future left in sight,
so hope has bid his last farewell and blankets someone else`s plight.
The darkness now has found a voice, its sound to harsh to bare,
when light was home and warmth was kind an embrace was mine to share,
but now we see the stone is set, foundations hold in place,
the bitterness, is here to stay it`s not a pleasent taste.
So alone my path i`m meant to tread, i`ll walk with shadows past,
until the time earth claims whats mine...and then...i`ll rest...at last.