I do not take pride in my loneliness br But I get embarrassed at times br And I hide it br As br br SOLITUDE br br IT gets covered in such term br Of lovely loneliness br Of a certain wise man of a certain poet br Sitting on a hill br Stars lighting his long lonely nights br And the laces of darkness serving as his blanket br br No mater how I hide loneliness, however br br Loneliness br To such term as br Solitude br br Loneliness comes in claiming the truth of its name br br “I am lonely” say it “I am always lonely” shout it. br br I guess I have to tell the truth br br br I am asking for the true definition of solitude br br How does it look like? br Now that I am lonely, how can I ever say br br “what I have is solitude and my poems tell that so” br I take br pride on such a camouflage br br a facade br a skin br glowing to the color of sunshine br br covering a skull that looks like the true face of death. br br I do not take pride on this shame on this embarrassment br br “I am lonely”, take my hand.br br RIC S.