Solitary Confinement

A deep, dark moment in the corner of a room.

A shadowy presence sparks a dismal gloom.

You can control your own mood… don’t let it loom.

We need to massage, and we need to groom,

If we want someone else in the room.

Tragic affairs bring oneself to mourn…

…have lived a life ensconced with scorn….

This born from want to piece together what’s torn.

A lot is forlorn, but more is forgone.

Always wanting what we lost all along.

To build a lonesome resolve, we can risk the rest….

…asking not for another’s respect….

…stealing hope from the lives we dissect.

A tempered manic or a simple disgrace.

Humanity knocks, do you answer with grace…

...or step out of the race...?

The bags are packed for a trip to nowhere.

The mind creates stories. A real one is rare.

The sickness creeps on, locked up in despair.

A moment had passed that felt like a year.

I wind back the clock and run the gamut on fear.