Like fireworks across a twinkling astral sky,

Chattering and vibrant, never lay still, I,

Times changed, proffering days in multitude,

Of quiscence, glum and foisted solitude!

Bondaged by the unfeeling walls of four,

Emptiness wiping out the last trace of a golden yore,

The state of latence took over by the day,

To the tunes of boredom, my head’s sway!

Pitying my piteous plight, the sun withdrew,

Blossoms wilted, birds muted, my agony brew,

With the devil for company, enduring insanity,

Vanquished my being, ceding me on to vanity…

Pray, no foe be bestowed with my newfound,

The halcyon of solitude, sweet may sound!!!

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