There’s serendipity in solitude,

a sweetness in the silence.

the loud and aching hearts of men

fall to disarray and violence.

But the bitter meets its bitter end

when left to console the mind,

lacking companionship in anger

leaving ourselves more kind.

Fall gently into the void of solitude,

forget your woes and sleep.

When the light of morning comes,

we’re only left our souls to keep.

The sky full of stars seems dead and cold;

a place once so magical now hurts to behold.