An Old Poem I wrote

[Mr. Friscus]

I used to write occasionally, and I have no idea when I wrote this, and forgotten I even wrote it. I don't remember it, but here it is, in my own hand writing. So, I figure I'd share it:

A Rest-Stop of Solitude

I pull off life's expressway for solitude
Unsure...
Of how long I'll stay
Or which direction I'll go forth

Sudden farewells and exits
Life giveth, then takes away
A somber acceptance
Yet bittersweet freedom

An influence fading
A compulsion gone
I bask and simmer
Within lonely content

Where do I belong?
What is for me?

Uncertainty of my direction clouds
Injures the will
Numbs happiness
Which collapses within.

Here I sit at the rest stop
To regroup and simplify
Back to my roots
Without all the noise
In solitude...

I find strength in solitude
Recovery, rebirth
Yet at the same time
Idle and defunct

I can't stop for long
But here I will stay
for now..

 

[Addy]

Neat poem, thanks for sharing.