Solitude bears an evil scent risen
That wafts through the social air
And gives of itself a bad moniker
Lent by those who fear silence so
They quake and quiver in the lulls
When quiet overtakes constant din
And the mind creates chasms deep
Of truth not wanting to be yet seen
But for the strong of heart, of spirit
It refines the edges keenly sharp
To smooth them down buffering
Words and actions regarded well
The soul searches itself within so
And at length to find true priorities
That selfish things have little value
And regard has a new meaning yet
The combination of recollections
With the maladies of humanity too
Give rise to apprehension, alienation
That may endure the span of a man
But should there be affirmations
That instill the right of inactions
Then benevolence may be mutual
Knowing the meaning of solitude