In Solitude
by cricketjeff on June 26, 2015. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
In solitude I walked alone,
No cheerful calls on telephone.
I seemed to don a bold disguise
As white hot tears escaped my eyes;
In solitude.
Whatever harvest we have sown,
Whatever kindness we have shown,
Is lost when grief takes exercise;
In solitude.
My lifelong friends are swiftly flown
So no-one hears my mournful moan,
However hard my spirit tries
I cannot hide these bitter cries,
Now life has left me on my own;
In solitude.
Author notes
Written after re-reading “Solitude”, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
http://allpoetry.com/poem/8500937-Solitude-by-Ella-Wheeler-Wilcox
Prompted to do so by a comment on a group thread by AP Poet Past_Is_Present
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