solitude is the way, poem by inadilemma

                             

  Solitude is the way

                                                                

                                              Leave me alone,

And I'll be nice to you;

Bother me

And I'll never be.

Solitude is the writer's tryst,

Loneliness a way of life.

Can I show you?

Do you know my greatest fears?

Things that make me tremble and sneer.

The phone ringing,people speaking

And when you call me in the middle of my dreams.

And indubitably when I speak.

I never speak the way I write,

Nor write the way I think,

And alas! Half of it remains uncovered,

And half of it is steel.

And then rings the phone again,

In the middle of my write,

Shall I ignore?

Shall I pick?

Can I talk again?

I see your call,

I do not pick,

I ignore,

Once,twice and thrice.

I know you want to speak

But can you leave me alone this time.

Yet talk to me when I want to,

About stuff I really like;

Talk to me about moons and stars

And love and hope alike.

Talk to me about dreams you see

Talk to me of the humming bee.

Talk to me of trees and grass

Rain and snow alike.

TAlk TAlk TAlk

And stop again

And leave again 

Until the phone rings for you

This time.

 poem by inadilemma