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Sol’tude they suffer all; yet, each alone.
Lone souls wander within nowhere spheres.
Roam and orbit beyond the byway zone,
O acrid mists in silent corners tear.
Yet, the muffled screams flow rivers per day
When curious eyes not there to stare.
Bite like sea snakes and pour their bane as prey.
Void feeds void til the vacuums distress glare.
People, heard laughter and undeclared cries,
Walk life as sol’tary passengers- gaunt.
Jaded breaths out of eerie sight decry,
Wanderer ghosts at unfriendly nights haunt.
Souls, whilst on their own, taste the piercing sighs.
Alas, O Lone Man, your fervent slow dies.
S.C.P. B
So-called Poetry of Biba 