Solitary Confinement
I look around me.
In my home I am a guest.
So distraught and without rest.
I am better than this?
In an alley way of uncertainty,
I am cornered from within.
Am I any different than
The next solitary soul?
With the words I choose,
I am able to express
The wailing dirge of my duress.
There is hope after all?
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