Solitude Abound

Almost collapsing to nothingness
But tis the state I be
No man to understand
The indication not abound
To this day nor before
And to begin to ponder
Is to embark to nonexistence
The plane never seen
But whose flames have ever been
I walk by and by
In pursuit of the one
Who stole the peace
And the tranquil vigor
That now I lack in any
Oh you misery
That lurks in the dark
I banish thee
That you may not forsee
Or to plot to be
Anywhere near me
I forgo any temptation
That thou enter in my being
For the one that bring thee
Has left in haste
And so shall thee
Rid me of this pain
Go forth and come never again