Solace in Solitude

Impermanent impressions

Of bare feet on wet soggy sands

Silhouette fading

As the horizon hues to a dull orange

Lightest of winds

Kindling currents through the soul

These long evening walks

Spellbind with a strong sentience

The essence of being Me

Unsounded Wails

Wandering, wondering

Skeptical, straying

Always betraying

Its own thoughts

Its treasured desires

Buried inside

Alone in the corner

It struggled; it cried

The mighty dragon

Could not confide

Its dreams; its hopes

Bounded tight

By mightier ropes

Ignorant of the

Power each one owned

It sat there watching

While the others honed

Grieving, heaving

It sometimes did try

To breakaway

But left midway

It was too shy

Haunted by the dreary dark

Held captive by its

unsoundable screams

And so a withered

Dragon lies among

Frayed ropes and bruised dreams

Waiting in pain till it rots by bit

Surrenders and dies young