Roald Dahl qoute

Enter Solitude

Stare into its face

Scream into its abyss


Grab your pen

Tear through the paper

Force ink into existence


Rake out your heart

There lies nothingness

Dying to bleed out and be


Your mind churns

Scraping against your skull

Cough and sweat those words


Piss into the glass

Whisky is your remedy

You hollow tired hack of a writer


Better is the world you view

You can’t see it from the inside

Solitude provides the high ground


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