Propositioned passions torment me <br />Conversation dulls me to inner wit <br />Why do I listen to thee in solitude? <br />Hope laid waste like winter solstice <br />Kneels me to dreams now faded; <br />Being taught on how to die – <br />Like fallen leaves flaked in time <br />Now whispering in frozen graves <br />Dwelling in the midst of vengeful sages <br />“Ach! der ist bald allein! ” <br />My self-portrait canvasses like a snowy-slope <br />Its pain crystallizes in a whitened dell <br />No half-truths, no half-reasons <br />A short retirement urges a hasty return <br />All too reverend, somewhat visually impaired; <br />When dwelling on companions gone <br />Away! Away! To a new solitary place <br />Perhaps to a home where memories stalk <br />Umbrae as-to a shadow-less shade <br />In solitude, a constant vigil I will keep. <br /> <br />'2007'<br /><br />Robert Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitude-72/
