Hiding… Hiding in Solitude.
Paths of loneliness, of frustration.
Paths, run down, never used.
A cross in the roads.
Suffering, or agony.
The same choice.
The same fate, the same
Results, the same consequences.
Yet that is hidden, it looks like freedom on one path, and so
The spark of hope appears
Once again, before dying,
Once again.
A web,
A web of roads.
Roads that diverge a million times,
Yet all are the same path.
Woods of impossibility surround the trails,
Hiding escapes, too small to be seen,
Going unnoticed, as
Fate continues, cruel
As ever.
A king,
Who should be feasting in palaces.
A king,
Who should be admired by all.
Instead, rotten apples shrivel,
Mocking him, reminding him,
Of the ripe fruits of life,
He misses, and will miss,
Forever.
Oh, solitude is a most cursed fate.
Especially for this man.
For at the end of his long, long road,
He meets his son, who rejects him,
Fear in the boy’s eyes.
All men, all women, all children,
Everyone fears him.
He becomes a tyrant, ruling to hide
His lonely heart.
Oh, this man, he did weep so,
When death came apon him.
And as he sobbed, he said
“I envy every peasant, every
farmer, every worker in these lands,
and yet I hope they never suffer the fate,
I have.”
So ends the tale, of a man,
Cursed by solitude.
But who knows?
Maybe you won’t suffer such a fate.
Maybe you’ll just go mad.
Gods know what a mercy that would be.
Comments
@Canae Huh, the city fits unintentionally well. Thanks for reading!
@Justicar People are always lonely. It's a matter of perspective, would you rather be alone by yourself, or alone with other people? Most ch... more
For at the end of his long, long road,
He meets his son, who rejects him,
Fear in the boy’s eyes.
This struck a chord.
And that ending. Solitude is bliss. Without solitude, one wouldn't kn... more