Solitude

A Poem

Black-inked sky, Scarred moon, Solitude, my blanket until the dawn.

Through frosted glass, I see a reflection, a ghost of the past.

And alone, craving ink, I bare my soul, to reveal myself, Unveiled, unshielded, Vulnerabilities exposed, Locked secrets leaked from within the vault, Naked the truth, divulged, Raw, uncovered, uncensored, Scribbled onto pieces of parchment paper, Bound in leather embossed pages of a sacred, stashed book.

Until my weary eyes succumb to sweet slumber, The kiss of solitude, I swallow the stillness, until the dawn.

Connie Song 2020