solitary

i can feel the changes coming

as the pressure builds up

inside my chest, deep in my soul.

 

i rage against the inevitable,

a racing writhing that leaves me

confused and frantic,

desperate to escape.

 

misery grows as i acquiesce.

 

walking in footsteps not my own causes

pain and damage,

strips me bare,

leaves me angry.

 

resentment builds.

I can’t identify the source.

corporeal needs frustrate.

 

all i want is to be left alone

to wallow and revel in the dark confusion,

the sad bleakness that is so familiar.

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