Echoes of Solitude

Untitled | Maria Sokolowski | Painting

Echoes of Solitude by Zamir Brown

Life's overwhelming problems have shaken my core,

Rattled my soul, yet I stand, big and bold.

Chaos ensues as egos steadily grow,

Blistering and bruising, hearts turning cold.

Sewn into the epitaph of our hearts,

The moral compass ages, decays, departs.

Alas, the tide has come, my heart grown cold,

In this rough, cold world, I bear the weight, alone.