Solitary Confinement.


A solitary word
For the singular me.

I came to visit,
You I came to see.
Yet, the house is empty.

I asked
A great many,
With answers that vary.
All equate to "I'm busy."

Here the walls are quiet
And the world seems lonely
But the lonely one is me
Sitting here in solitary
Alone as alone can be.

A Note:

I didn't mean for this to be a poem, but that is what it became.  Finishing it, I was reminded of a much better work.  I shall link it here if you are interested.

How To Be Alone - Tanya Davis

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