Lonely Freedom

Friends have come and passed,
Poetry, books and tea stedfast,
Solitude unearths our freedom,
No need for any companion,
Loneliness creeps overhead,
Early morning hours is when it treads,
A touch of both,
In equal loath,
A constant battle in our heads.

 

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