My Solitude

I have traveled far and wide,
befriended more than few
I have witnessed friendships die,
and bonds so strong and true

I have seen love manifest,
in someone else's eye
I have felt the quivers of
the slightest touch, divine

I have cried not once or twice,
when hearts break and die
I have felt the loss of love,
and loss of will to try

All these things I've done and more
as boredom, to me, comes by
No wealth have I nor treasures too.
Enclosed in four walls, I stand by

Finding freedom in pieces of paper,
with hard or soft covers fine
Creating my own realities within,
this solitude of mine.