I do not take pride in my loneliness <br />But I get embarrassed at times <br />And I hide it <br />As <br /> <br />SOLITUDE <br /> <br />IT gets covered in such term <br />Of lovely loneliness <br />Of a certain wise man of a certain poet <br />Sitting on a hill <br />Stars lighting his long lonely nights <br />And the laces of darkness serving as his blanket <br /> <br />No mater how I hide loneliness, however <br /> <br />Loneliness <br />To such term as <br />Solitude <br /> <br />Loneliness comes in claiming the truth of its name <br /> <br />“I am lonely” say it “I am always lonely” shout it. <br /> <br />I guess I have to tell the truth <br /> <br /> <br />I am asking for the true definition of solitude <br /> <br />How does it look like? <br />Now that I am lonely, how can I ever say <br /> <br />“what I have is solitude and my poems tell that so” <br />I take <br />pride on such a camouflage <br /> <br />a facade <br />a skin <br />glowing to the color of sunshine <br /> <br />covering a skull that looks like the true face of death. <br /> <br />I do not take pride on this shame on this embarrassment <br /> <br />“I am lonely”, take my hand.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-do-not-take-pride-about-my-loneliness/
