A Reclusive Being – in a despairing soul –

 

‘Twas a story above,

Composed per se

In false sense of love,

Though unwittingly so

As a reclusive being

In a despairing soul,

Sadly failed seeing

Might find indulge,

An impassioned role!

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“ An Invisible Being ” ~ is a lonely soul ~

‘Twas a story above

A false sense of love,

Orchestrated per se

By one ne’er able,

To find so indulge

In a passionate way,

 This invisible being

Too cold to be told,

Fated be, but a lonely soul!

“ What Price Serenity ” ~ for quietude I seek ~

My wants,

More self-indulgent                       

Than essential

Be dwindling now,

As I compose

To thus appease,

A mind at times

Neglectfully in need…

 

I’d worried some

Of human habits

I struggle to let go,                                      

This mortal urge

That one so finds                                          

Bent still akin

To Babbitt kind,

The while hardly

Be sufficient time

To nourish soul,

Now meagrely mine…

 

Hence hasten I

To now replace

All glitters false,

That I may face,

Lest suffer risk

The quietude I seek,

No matter be

This price one paid

Alas to gain serenity!