Guess

i guess
loneliness is a self-inflicted
catastrophe,

a choice of ruin,
sometimes, a place
of pain
where the mind is trained
for the greatness
of his spirit

loneliness is
sacrifice, a choice to
find a place for the
purification of the soul

this soul that is so strange
amid the market of confluences
of happiness and lust
and insensitivity
it chooses this

loneliness, silenced silence,
silent patience,
patiently coping with the meaning
of one's existence
gauging the limits of the
happy mind
penetrating the wall of
prohibition,
genuflecting on
nothing.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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