There are the rare times..

..when I find myself alone.

There are the rare times,

I ponder my own crimes.

Nobody else to intrude

this bubble of solitude

where I reside when my

world yowls a battle cry.

When I'm alone I pretend

that time itself I can bend.

So the woeful world disappears.

The ring fades from both ears.

I can float above the fabric,

well-weaved for a world full

of harmonious havoc.

Overall, I can smile,

make this world worthwhile.

As I fade away from the flowers.

And fly away as their petals.

I will return to the war again.

I will learn to fight to the end.

Author's Note

I felt inspired by a certain song and remembered what it's like to be alone, peacefully.
I'm not sure who is the artist of the flowers but they were acquired from: https://www.wattpad.com/267159941-cravings-tutorials-8-girl-in-flowers