Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
SOLITUDE
Silence of the night, and fragrance that delights,
Subtle winds and roaring cars.
These are the things, that make this night.
A feeling of gold, which warms the soul,
But a distant pain persists.
Sorrow from within, that comes from without.
A kingdom of darkness, which surrounds me.
Where is my window, from which I escape,
Nothing ever is that was.
I see them far away, and yet they are here.
And their fury is subtle, but sure.
Oh if only I could tell them, a truth they would hear,
And send them away, to see where they've been.
Time and time again, I've shown them the way,
But they never went there.
A dog barks, a man cries, but still there is no sight.
The river of life, which comes from within,
It seeks to flow, but fails.
Where is the peace, where did it go?
Another cigarette gone to hell.
There's emptiness now, so what will prevail,
Another day, another night, and life is still a joke.