Solitude's Son

Solitude’s Son

 

Now and then

He sits and remembers

What he was before

How smiling was easy

Because living was easy

Because looking at a mirror was easy

 

And every happy thought

Reminds him how things are

What he is now

Because of all the devils in the pit

Solitude just had to

Just had to have a love affair

With the darkness that is his inadequacy

 

And he suddenly knew

Their neglect their hypocrisy

Their rejection all their rejection

Rejection reserved for him

And he does not need a mirror

To know what failure is

He can feel it how it changed him

Like a mutagen in his blood

Every time his mood fluctuates

Or when his joints freeze solid

Like his loneliness,

Written in stone.

 

We can say solitude’s son is worthless

The way he accounts for nothing

And his efforts all burn to cinders

We can say he is anger

The type without direction

That curls and cycles

That bites the heart that feeds it

The way he speaks as sharp as quills

Or chops the heads off mannequins

That most times have mirrors as faces.

 

Yes that’s right

The son of solitude is hate

The hate that kills

All that is fake,

But does not know what is real

That at sunrise locks tight the door

And will not stop

until every plastic mannequin

lies headless on the floor.

  

 

 

 

Reviews

[Deuces]

Very unique piece. Seems like a story of being trapped between the fake, materialistic ways of life one hates, but also not understand what actually is genuine. Almost a tale of inner torture. One I enjoyed... nicely penned!

[Deron Alexis]

thanks bro