The Dreaded Word, And Mindset Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Ones who dwell alone don’t mean they are lonely
Priest who’ll wear a collar don’t make them lowly

There are many who are, at times, lonely in a crowd
Faring not to get close to these, for demands to loud

I empathize, once, a muse about this needed theme
Thus, the crowd scatters like a dreaded scary dream

Inevitably, I’m breaking through mindsets, you can bet
Dynamically changing the strongholds of the mind and yet

Few weight 'the whole scenario' and come to Truth’s logic
If we can’t put some concept in a box then let’s dodge-it

My passion of Truth’s whole has freed my soul from fear
Presumption can stir a fear of others lonely, not to care

Language created loneliness denoting the pain of alone
While the word solitude to expresses the glory of a thone

Little do men know what solitude is, and how far it extends
A crowd's not company, faces but pictures; talk not all of friends