Solitude (poem post)

I feel small, a matter of fact

not a matter of weight,

not a matter girth

but rather of worth

Gold by the heap,

tipping the scales

Platinum beyond ponder

rearing the sails

Cluttered,

 mind unlike traffic

dreaming high, 

wishing divine

Digging the dirt, 

dashing the earth

filthy diamonds,

 decaying first

Quads of crossroads

confuse and surround

calls from darkness

the only sound

Oceans of desperation,

waves of temptation

eyes as wells

chimes and bells

Secure in my mess, 

undisturbed,

untouched, 

ready to burn

I'll travel to Solitude

a forgotten place

vowed to break

as torn lace

- Solitude, by Lia Pauline Paderon

Why is it that when I write poems, they always turns out to be depressing?

Oh well :D