The Stillness Of Silent Solitude

Look not for inspiration In a cloudless new born, morn Loneliness begets emptiness, No light, will flowers bare, If no one's there to care, The world takes flight The Scene, desolate, Loses all might There is no difference Between day or night When no one's there, As if your very soul Had taken flight And you, just, Don't even care. No banister to hold on tight When falling down a precipice Knowing, no one's there To catch or save you Or even care, if survival Is still scheduled For you in the Solitary Silence Of the great Somewhere, A complete desolate feeling, Chokes, Time, Everywhere, Joining, the frigid wind Which, madly twirls, But goes No Where.