Seasons of solitude Or Seasons of hell

The stars lit me up

And lined my pockets

The dancing wisked me away

And spun me up

They won’t leave

They lift me over the fence

Over the moon

They dig my grave

And soak my bones


Published by Jayne

Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.

3 thoughts on “Seasons of solitude Or Seasons of hell

  1. Feelings of sadness and illusions
    is the product of this madness,
    that we know and call depression
    between all the mess & confusion
    we’ve discovered doing our best
    lead us to create its disillusion.


  2. Madness is the product of the search for self which at times can lead to depression. Ambivalence is the product of seeing the whole picture.

    Doing your best looks like what? Because sometimes your best is quitting and sometimes it’s sticking it out. Regardless of the choice the illusions still dance and the walls still talk that’s what I like to call imagination. 🙂


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