I’m in the corner,
shut away from the spotlight.
hiding from a truth

A glass of Merlot
rich, red, and vibrantly deep;
isolation’s balm.

No person ventures
near enough to engage me;
I’ll sit near the fire.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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This is great! It doesn’t matter whether you want to be alone or not, this scenario seems so comfortable. And Merlot as “isolation’s balm”. Superb!
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Thank you!
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