It concerns solitude, ''weeks without any human contact'', Deprivation ''no food'' degradation ''no clothes'' suffering ''blood and insects'' and I suppose a kind of coming to terms with oneself


Solitary Confinement

I wear the cloak of solitude woven as a skin
And dwell in abode lost to gods sunshine
My thoughts are those of captive soul immersed in endless sin
That wanton beast that steals my precious time

I am removed from world of man in silence of repose
Traversing lands of wonder in my mind
Naked as a new born child bereft his swaddling cloths
Stone walls and prison bars to me now blind

And in this ethereal magic land gifted me by pain
I stroll 'neat azure sky's in gardens fair
Befriended by those that I once loved, good souls who not me blame
Those ladies blessed with graces love and care

And as I wonder deep through thoughts long dormant to this I
I meet a man with cloak of many shades
He speaks with voice a whisper devoid trace of worldly lie
And offers thoughts of honesty to trade

He beckons me to sit beneath a flowering banyan tree
With gentle words my fears he would efface
And for the first time I now see this stranger who is me
For he and I both share my seeking face

And though my prison cell is dark bereft of bed or chair
The light of understanding surrounds me
No more would I tread wastelands lost in lies and sad despair
As I in realms of thought am at last free.
Brendan.











Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-10-19 at 20:40

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