Contributing to Solitude by Sushant Thapa

Alone and unloved.

In pain or in vain.

A fair cry,

A confession island

Inhabited in aggression.

A doorway is far.

When solitude lingers

No Damocles’ sword

Is needed, on hold

By a thin thread

Above the head.

The night needs company;

This confession is a weaker instinct

Yet, it is close and on watch.

Your poem is a testimony

Like colored mistreatment

Of James Baldwin’s depiction

That has led towards a way to equality.

Except for the poem,

You contribute to solitude

And it yields nothing.