Solitude.
Solitude.
What trials we suffer,
sorrows thick as mists on still waters
blind us,
misty tentrils of darkening thoughts
tangle us.
Solitude weaves it's captive with illusions.
And ensnares good thoughts with brooding.
In trials of oneness,
we suffer.
2007.
poem by jade Ni.
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