Solitude Poem by Williamsji Maveli

SOLITUDE
My words are in
Verses;
My inscriptions are
in sentences;
All are a shout
Against walls;
It just bounces
back;
Yet I wait for the
sun's face;
I am in the
Half-dark
Loneliness.
Solitude is the same
everywhere,
the pale face of the
winter-sun
behind the mist
curtain
Strong bricks of an
old prison that
doesn't
Permit any flora or
birthdays.
Solitude is a dumb
hag,
Wrinkly orphan.-WILLIAMSJI MAVELI