Thursday, September 24, 2009

A Solitude


I sit here and
ponder of things
that may never hold true.

I pull the strands
of my heart to
keep alive what little
imagination it still owns.

I accept the solitude
because it means to me
to be a man is to take and
hold back what is real and
sacrifice it to the stars.
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