Unbounded Solitude
Scorch your gnashing teeth on revelries,
By the whim of dead air
You were never there.
Gorge upon the ecstasy of amities,
By the first sign of erring
You were never there.
Smother it; you are alone profoundly
Amongst a crowd, amidst the city
You were never there.
Walk with legs superfluous and hungry
By the feral tides on the shore
Your foot prints were never there.
Succumb a pristine repose
One that is easy to loathe
For you were never there.
Cleave in a futile endeavor
Grow in fear, in solitude
Become human.
poem by Norman Santos
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