Busy Solitude

by Sunshine   Jun 27, 2012


I find comfort in torn shoes,
more than I do when
hiding inside fraud caring looks.

For my solitude
is pretty busy
searching for empty streets,
and shouting 'neath
the chops of hollow wells.

Busy wandering with
bare feet and eerie echoes
behind your deaf ears,
oh how my unheard echoes
make me stumble into
big holes, those big dirty
circles, that I know for fact
that I shall never
be aware of.

You blinded me..

that now I find condolences
whenever I breathe an
autumn breeze, it revives
hope in me as I swallow it
into the cracks between my bones.

I even shoot a smile every night
when the sun sets, for it consumes
every ray I sewed from the
lashes of your eyes,
darkness eats away the must feeling
of being happy...

your memories discomfort me,
your warm words, chill me.
Your presence, even at the level
of my subconscious, hurts me.

Your company kills me,
you, have killed me.

I find solace in my solitude,
it's pretty busy, my solitude;
searches, shouts,
wanders, stumbles...
but most of all, it's happy,
without you.

And today I find comfort in my torn shoes,
more than I did yesterday when I was
hiding under the fraud looks-
those I left beneath your eyelashes.

by: Rania Moallem

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  • 11 years ago

    by Blissful

    I was really intrigued by this because I have never heard of solitude as being busy. This was just overflowing with sadness. I could tell it was from the heart because it was crafted with truth.

    "Your company kills me,
    you, have killed me."
    ^This part just strung my heart into performing a sad ballad. Gah such pain here! Brought me back to a place where I was in the company of someone that killed me...

    Although this poem was the epitome of sadness, I felt a tinge of hope and joy at the end. Finally ridding yourself of that person that brings you pain is such a cleansing experience. Thank you for taking my emotions on a roller coaster. I love when I can feel what I read.

  • 11 years ago

    by LittleMermaid

    Such a nice poem.........its really a sad one..n everything is described so beautifully...

    This is really touching friend:
    "your memories discomfort me,
    your warm words, chill me.
    Your presence, even at the level
    of my subconscious, hurts me."

    n this one:
    "I find solace in my solitude,
    it's pretty busy, my solitude;
    searches, shouts,
    wanders, stumbles...
    but most of all, it's happy,
    without you."

    i really really loved it!
    Perfectly written!
    ^_^

  • 11 years ago

    by Lioness

    Wow!
    What an opening. Inside fraud looks, this person that you speak of maybe made you feel like the relationship was a lie. That he said he cares for you when he doesn't.

    When you talk about your solitude being busy, I LOVE THIS. In my mind I am thinking that the solitude is trying to be busy not to think of this person. There's that hint of sarcasm which I am not sure if I am reading into things wrong but maybe you feel that the solitude is what you have left, and what you need.

    I love the images in this entire poem, I read it twice because I enjoyed it so much. The words have such sadness drenched in them.

    AWESOME WRITE

    x

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Ughhh, you leave me dead speechless, like I just can't comment, it makes me feel so useless when I read something like this, powerful and deep and sad...but have no words to say...

    :) Great... xxxx

  • 11 years ago

    by nouriguess

    Where is pink? :( I love this and will comment later. Baby.

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