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