Tuesday, September 8, 2009

The Depths of Solitude (Poetry)


Let me reside in this place of seclusion
Blind to falsehoods… and the world’s delusions
Immune from conformity… and the ways of this land
One with darkness… here I stand
Let me reside in this place of truth
As I take sips from the fountain of youth
For time doesn’t exist… tomorrow is today
Tomorrow… I may not smell my bouquet
Let me reside in this place of love
I found fornication envelops it with a glove
I found love to exist in absence of the flesh
I was once a victim… I must confess
Here is where I reside… this place of seclusion
Blind to falsehoods… and the world’s delusions
Immune from conformity… and the ways of this land
Maybe one day… its inhabitants will understand

-Jon Chambers

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