Alone time

As I hide alone and write away. All the fear & hope I dare not say. The truth a lonely mistress be. And mine alone she truly is.

So loathsome will my world become? Or will it blissfully be? The truth is what you make it. A lie so plain to see. A line designed for me.

For as simple a thinker a thought has ever befallen. Or so I wish to think. I to found my … calling. Until the winds change and zephyr claims. Yesterday's'indispensable. And so on and so on. Which is all I desire. To entertain. My own disdain. My love of the classics. My will refrain. Let me peek thru the knothole. Let me seek what I not know. Like an overbearing mother put my stomach in knots. Wow! Or “Woe” either is applicable. For some a mothers love, there's'nothing more despicable. For most just for a moment. For others all eternity. The battle rages on. To long. Devouring internally.