Alone

Solitude is a curse, they said
but amongst four walls
I sat ecstatic
colluding with my mad God
stories of life breathing into pages
echoes of Vivaldi-- lullaby to my rage
whiskey's anaesthesia to reminisce and forget
cigarette smoke ghosts of past remembrance
here I created and destroyed with impunity
wrapped in raven-wings of a demon-muse
even death reluctant to knock on my door

until the day I gazed at your countenance
and lost you to flaws of my brokenness 
now even my solitude is empty.

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