Loathsome
glum is commonplace
lonely
longing for a face
dwelling in the shadows
there's a darker side still
once what was wide open
is closed and unfulfilled
Acceptance
a need that i can't understand
some uninvited guest
is whispering demands
damage
Private and off the beaten track
bulwarked, so as not to get shellacked
as i sit in solitary confinement
which i choose
bewildered and stumped
by the many ways i lose
Some uninvited guest is tugging at my hand
sap the energy and corrode the order of the day
pigeon feet touch the ground, mind is disarray