Although I liked the subject, the poem was (forgive me) dull. Nice metaphors, but it didn't stir me. Something is missing. I can't tell you what, but I wasn't crazy about the poem.
I hope I haven't insulted you.

I agree with Wesley.
Your depth of solitude was as a puddle on a rainy day it would evaporate in the moments of sunshine.
Solitude is something that steals your reason for being it corrodes the reasons for being near other creatures, self made solitude is a pity for ones own self.
Here is a part of my writing where I try to feel that solitude from the Wisdom of the Great Bear:-

Loneliness and Light.

The great bear lifted his head and gazed at the vast space that dwelt within.
This time he felt that he would walk alone, that was a mistake as to really walk alone he became aware of nothing.
Nothing clung to him like a bad odour, feeding off of his own self, that could not cope with the space, left by the contact with others.
It hurt him, oh how it hurt, to not feel the presence of other beings on his soul.
It was good to be able to feel this way, and experience the utter desolation that pervaded even to his projected limits.
To be able to feel this and still know that it was self-inflicted as a choice, to experience, made it easier for him to feel.
Wait he thought, what of those that felt this way and could not know of an end to this state of being.
He shuddered to his very soul; it was without a doubt the end of all things, to truly walk alone.
Here he was being so stupid, as to think that he could even want to experience being alone.
This let him realise that it was not good, and not to dwell on such bleak things.
I will talk of a light that comes from the soul he thought.
There was a light that pushed out from his very being, it was as a guide and it was steady.
There it was, the very heart of him, glowing as it had for all his days, with the memories of others attached to its glow, bringing love to his very inner self.
There was no way that he could walk alone in this existence, as for all time there he was, and someone.
It pleased him to feel so, and the two states were like chalk is to cheese in their separation.
This someone whom he could lean on in harder days, the same someone he could ask the earth of, and know it would be given.
Not always though, that he could see, how it had been given, at the time.
But usually if he asked for the earth, it would make him realise that he had it already.
It would open his eyes with the knowing, even sometimes a little later.
Then his someone would show him the way.
The Great Bear thought on the things that he had learned from these two states.
Then with his usual inward smile, agreed with his own soul, that to be with someone in the light was the only place to be.
He turned and walked toward the rising sun.

This has been adapted as a poem, but I like the first write as it is less stressed, lol
Yours Ian..