here's one of the poems in my "anthology of solitude" enjoy, and tell me what you think...
Alone (Once Again)
Writing again about being alone.
I followed Gahan’s suggestion
I enjoy the silence.
The silence broken by the staccato clicks
Of these dull gray keys.
Alone
Wondering why I continue to write about
The act of being alone.
A verb: an action or state of being.
I am alone.
My words are my revenge:
Something done to satisfy one’s anger.
My words are my revenge:
An act of passion.
Writing to really no one but myself.
My words do not sway a cold metal heart.
The ultimate eternal challenge.
Why?
Because I repeat the line, hoping:
That someday this torment will end…
Eddy J. Rodriguez