In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Solitude
Haunted by Solitude
©April 28th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
And where I go, she goes
And everything she knows.
And when I sing, she sings
The song of beginnings
And when I play, she plays
She never goes away
And when I smile, she smiles
(Please leave me for a while!)
And when I cry, she cries
She’ll be silent when I die.
She’s always by my side
She stamps out all my pride
My muscles knot and twist
And dreams I can’t resist.
And she, my shadow-self
Stares from her shadow-shelf
Wills me to stay awake
Bids me my thirst to slake
Somewhere within, she lurks
And I, her puppet, jerk.
So, why am I alone
Holding sadness like a stone?
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