Censure Poem by Bryan Riley

Solitude:
To be solitary,
though not
necessarily alone,
in one's 'oneness'
That was how
she found me;
warm and glowing
like a candle.
And she knew
which parts of me
to feed, and they
were 'well-fed'
And bleeding out
all the bad, so
that my demons
were properly
exorcised.
And then,
trivializing every
word I had
ever heard,
so hard I had to
close my mind.
And she, like an
idea I once had
which, once spoken
aloud, ceased
to exist...