A Dream to Solitude

The hands broke away amongst tears.

To make someone feel special, this soul lived another’s life.

When time came, stood no one to greet him.

Open arms of idols motionless.

His time remained of solitude, of a time closer in sight.

The small towns of sparse housing he visited lower in frequency.

Travels meant for two became expensive when a person moves on.

Crippling divorce of feelings and age, 

Dripping confidence of undying rage,

Breeding thoughts of letters on page,

An attitude of solitude descends.

A plateau of solace driven.

Anger and love split even.

The hands broke away amongst tears.

That someone still special, this soul still fears.

Time bid adieu, all standing figures burned behind.

Raining blood showered outstanding hands of craftsmen.

His time remained of solitude, of a time passing him by.

The cities of concrete block-ing towers glide in and out,

Tricks in his head convince his place as spaces of red collide.

Crippling divorce of feelings and action,

Dripping confidence of blatant faces,

Breeding instances of piercing stances,

An attitude of solitude dominates.

A valley of solitary desires.

Authority and service given.

The hands broke away amongst tears.

The coaches rumble, tracks switch, voices mumble,

Pirated his senses, fallen his defences,

Training commences as his turn arrives at the workshop.

His time remained of solitude, of a past he held dear.

Smoking friends greet ahead, all sounds die as he steps down.

Travels end soon when a person embarks alone.

Crippling divorce of life and living,

Dripping confidence of a beat and a beast,

Flows interrupt an awkward breathing from east,

An attitude of solitude dormant lies.

A river of filth dark and muddy.

Ends meet as dead greet at last.

As death greets at last.