Solitude

In the abyss of my lonely heart

Where sun nor smile can enter,

A tiny bug gnaws at the walls

Of pain and utter despair.

Coated thick with hatred,

Painted smooth with jealousy,

The bug can neither bore nor climb

These walls of pain and despair.

Am a craftsman par excellence

Built a fortress so secure,

Hand nor word can penetrate

These walls of pain and despair.

Such a fool I have been so naive

In trying to shut the world out,

I trapped myself within these

Walls of pain and despair.

The secrets, they lie buried,

Not a soul can see or hear.

Just me in my solitude,

Just pain and utter despair.