Solitude
You, my friend at the epitome of darkness, Whispering the collusions of night, plight of wilderness; And I am here by the window side sharing the same light. For I am a garrulous, hapless in solitude, Let me elicit what my mind been begetting, And you are the one to abate and languish my malaise; How to ask those rebuking eyes to absolve my sedition, To tell that this penance is not vicarious, To say, “appearance be d...