Solitude Poem by precia liz

All the solitude swept into the pockets of time, there is sigh in every breath, the one under the weight of all the air around you.
As toddlers, we learn to walk into the nihility of life, away from the density of existence.
Happiness is a lie we tell ourselves, over and over again and self deception, an art of the survivor.
In crowds we had sought tranquility and serenity in the overflowing streets.
Irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann! do you hear an apotheosis of wail? Unheard in our times and soon to be listened aloud.
The cloud of human fear lingering above every head, watch me drenched in the colour of sorrow.