The Dreaded Word, And Mindset
Ones who dwell alone don’t mean they are lonely
Priest who’ll wear a collar don’t make them lowly
There are many who are, at times, lonely in a crowd
Faring not to get close to these, for demands to loud
I empathize, once, a muse about this needed theme
Thus, the crowd scatters like a dreaded scary dream
Inevitably, I’m breaking through mindsets, you can bet
Dynamically changing the strongholds of the mind and yet
Few weight 'the whole scenario' and come to Truth’s logic
If we can’t put some concept in a box then let’s dodge-it
My passion of Truth’s whole has freed my soul from fear
Presumption can stir a fear of others lonely, not to care
Language created loneliness denoting the pain of alone
While the word solitude to expresses the glory of a thone
Little do men know what solitude is, and how far it extends
A crowd's not company, faces but pictures; talk not all of friends
poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
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