April Editor's Choice: "In Solitude"

I am a man singularly composed of words.

But I refuse to dignify it as poetry.

I am utterly incapable of stopping

the diarrhea of my mouth.

But I find peace in solitude,

for it is an isolation that I am most at ease and I am so much myself,

I am seemingly unable to articulate my thoughts in public.

Consequently, others deem me dull-witted.

I assure you, I am not deaf, It is merely that I am incapable of listening

to your voices no matter how loud.

The crux of the matter lies in the fact that

your definitions about me fail to resonate within me.

But I implore you to comprehend

that indifference is not a personal failing.

I am insensible to the melodic harmonies of existence.

The past has left me a profound silence,

devoid of the melodic strains of memory.

Ruminations of the future pay me visits,

yet they do not greet me

with the soothing tones of promise.

ILA Magazine