Thoughts In Solitude Poem by Vladimir Ashkov

I am in the silence of my solitude,
Where my heart and mind starts a feud.
Only whispers of my thoughts are loudly heard,
And things begin to make me bothered.
A few recalls of this’ and that’s,
With some other things from the recent past.
This thinking circus makes me shatter,
Records of yesterday makes me falter.

As I keep aboard this helpless ride,
I try to look on a distant side.
Some beautiful things I begin to capture,
A hopeful dawn and a wonderful future.

Every little thing I catch from yesterday,
And every single accounts of my today,
There’s always tomorrow and chance to cope,
Yesterday, today, tomorrow is hope.