A Solitary Life

The laughter and liveliness
drown in the silence
as the people and parties
are consumed by darkness.

At first it was lonely
I missed the sight of day
but I came to realise
darkness was okay.

This would not be life of a singer,
This would not be the life of a doctor
This would not be the life of an engineer
This must be the life of a writer.

A solitary life of shadows and pain
it’s not good for the heart
but it’s good for the pen.

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