“Alone” by Eureka C. Bianzon

Swiftly I walked under the sceptre moon
While singing a song  upon my croon
I’ve found the place and sat on a wooden chair
As the wind strikes upon my golden hair

I felt the solitude in this quietude place
Secluding myself far from my uncomfortable days
Healing my wounded heart from dire miseries
My tiring body from enormous difficulties

This night of refreshment is meant for me
Being alone as I want it to be
Hence life without someone is not easy
Yet this is how a feeble heart
Survive like me

Staying alone is not merely being alone
This how Ive modified my life and found  my home
Alone,free from suffocating stuff
Of life
Being alone,refuge the sense
I wanted to find