S o l i t a i r e
You are rambling alone, marked wandering,
In the city where you feel you don’t belong;
Obviously, there you are so lonesome and crazy,
Had the cards in both hands you play all along.
The ebony belows of the black river,
The sturdy bar of the old steel bridge;
Reflection of the moon on waters beneath,
Inviting each one to dismal of death!
So what if you are indifferent as they emphasize,
So what if they don’t understand you from within?
Don’t you know that despair is far better,
Than to never experience how to love and be loved?
-SALLIE, the Poetic Journalist
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