John F. Masare
jfmasare@yahoo.com |
Season in Solitude
Rough and rude
This prelude to a Season in Solitude
Strange that such silence
Can imitate violence
I'm abandoned
By all my reliance.
This is the Season
For fire tested Reason, fair completed Treason
Oh Yes - this is the Season.
I'm in Solitary
Quite in voluntary, completely contrary
Singular and arbitrary.
Scarred, marred
From my fellow kind - barred
All but my spirit charred.
Sunshine so brief
Who will share my grief?
Preserving sanity chief.
We shall overcome
And return home
Sweet lands we came from.
And glow, richly brown
Under the sun
Again. |
