Solitude

On your own...
But not really on your own,
nobody can do it alone.

Free...
Running like a bee,
a fool who's just happy to see.

Exuberant...
With no restraints,
just like a wet paint.

Elegance...
The smile on your face,
gives away your ineffable grace.

Bursting arrogance...
A desirable glance,
a curious dance.

Intensity...
Declining unanimity,
with fervent ferocity.

Greatness...
You are the poet of distress,
engraved on stone in regress.

Criminal...
For being so equivocal,
you can't help feeling pivotal.

Persisting...
A rock that is still standing,
as long as you can keep pretending.

In silence...
Craving remonstrance,
slowly fading in reminiscence.

Out of place...
Wanting to erase,
and nothing helps your case.

Strong...
Holding along,
knowing you can fly in a song.

Leaning...
On whoever came creeping,
just keeps you breathing.

Trying not...
To fall apart,
to break in a zillion part.

Alone...
Laying on a lawn,
amidst the people you rely on.

Shredded...
Feigning not being dreaded,
by the solitude you cradled.