I do not take pride about my loneliness

I do not take pride in my loneliness
But I get embarrassed at times
And I hide it
As

SOLITUDE

IT gets covered in such term
Of lovely loneliness
Of a certain wise man of a certain poet
Sitting on a hill
Stars lighting his long lonely nights
And the laces of darkness serving as his blanket

No mater how I hide loneliness, however

Loneliness
To such term as
Solitude

Loneliness comes in claiming the truth of its name

“I am lonely” say it “I am always lonely” shout it.

I guess I have to tell the truth

I am asking for the true definition of solitude

How does it look like?
Now that I am lonely, how can I ever say

“what I have is solitude and my poems tell that so”
I take
pride on such a camouflage

a facade
a skin
glowing to the color of sunshine

covering a skull that looks like the true face of death.

I do not take pride on this shame on this embarrassment

“I am lonely”, take my hand.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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