In my sedate seclusion
By Liya
I sit alone Under the stars I talk to someone A soul..not a living creature It is here that I find a peace A peace that eludes me in the real world It is here that I am my own self Stripping myself of all pretence I am tired of putting on a mask of joy and gayness Tired of offering a smiling face to the world My silent scream echoes and dies within myself Not a single soul I find who understands Understands what it is that I seek Understands what I crave for every moment But then again maybe it's all just a sham.. Maybe I was meant to be alone Ceaselessly traversing this realm I extend my hand towards the heaven I soak in the glory Starlight flows over my body Bathing me in it's stark purity Maybe here is the realm that I seek The realm of complete truth and deity But where have I gone so wrong.. To crave for what is not meant to be Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 01:22 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I sit alone..."