Solitude- An Assassin

So deep is the smell of solitude
Had it not yet knocked on the door
And he discovered
The dripping drops of its shadow

A meticulous play of caution
On the shore of his cerebrum
The crashing cacophony of
Its affliction must be ceased
On the threshold

Sleep by the light creeping in
Through the variegated window
Awake by the dark to cry the hell
Shhhhh! The neighbor next door asleep
©jeyforyou

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