04 April 2009

Solitude

solitude

it is the graveyard
of loneliness,
space where
meaning flees the
wrap of reason

nothing
abates an
unfathomable
morass of
meaninglessness

nothing equates!

even hollowness
extracts a fee in
fulsome grace, a
winsome smile that
pays with pain
© 14 December 2008, I. D. Carswell