A MOMENT IN SOLITUDE

These words are my teardrops, 

The pen is my cloth and the verses are my sanctuary.

 Akin to a lowly creature I seek solitude amidst this loneliness I linger. 

Like an audience to my life, I take a moment, I step out of it. 

From a distance, I see laughter, I see no pain, I see roses. 

I draw closer,

 I see the tears, I see the pain, I see the thorns.

Gawking through the eyes of the world, 

I relish my life’s events, 

I realize I’m hungover and the party's over. 

Like an endless festivity, my life was an analogy. 

Riddled thoughts resound in my head, 

Did I sow enough? Did I garner enough?

Through this infinite quest, time is the culprit. 

It seemed in abundance and fed me with hope. 

Little did I know it was of the essence!

 Need I not lament more, what am I living for.

 I feel cheated; I feel betrayed for I thought it was in galore. 

Yet like a fine glass of wine, better with time,

 I yearn to keep trying.

 As there's a time to live, a time to love, a time to die,

 I make time to cry. 

For only then will I know, 

The worth of my moments in time. 


Tanisah Towo