Solitude by:me

You ask me how I feel,
Well let me just say,
That I have felt this way
For many a day

When Solitude comes knocking
On my dwelling door,
Somehow it still finds me,
And taunts me even more.

I know of no hiding,
It seems like such a crime.
But time is all abiding,
And all I have is time.

Time, time ticking,
Ticking away.
From second to minute
To hour to day.

Again it has found me,
My heart a new friend.
And loyally will be there
'Til life's dying end.