Cycle of Solitude
Daylight drapes its laborious shroud, In chains of toil,
My spirit is bowed. Tears evaporate in the sweltering fray.
In ceaseless motion, I keep the creeping gray at bay.
With dusk's descent, tranquility abandons its post,
In the realm of dreams, his specter is my host.
He sips from my spirit, brimming with dread.
Under the moonlit tears, love’s eclipse
Dawn whispers its cold greeting, taking a solitary breath.
My heart flutters, entwined in the dance of death.
Murmuring into the void, a silent plea
Night's false embrace is a mockery of intimacy.
His presence was thrilling, cold, and still. The world pauses.
bending to his will. In the blue wash of love's fevered dream,
I awaken alone, adrift in solitude's stream.
