Solitude Abound

Almost collapsing to nothingness But tis the state I be No man to understand The indication not abound To this day nor before And to begin to ponder Is to embark to nonexistence The plane never seen But whose flames have ever been I walk by and by In pursuit of the one Who stole the peace And the tranquil vigor That now I lack in any Oh you misery That lurks in the dark I banish thee That you may not forsee Or to plot to be Anywhere near me I forgo any temptation That thou enter in my being For the one that bring thee Has left in haste And so shall thee Rid me of this pain Go forth and come never again