Solitude...
Silence is my best friend now
I loath the outside world
With it's words and noise
Traffic and sirens - deafening
Upon my ears
In my hallow home of solitude
The curtains are drawn on
To blank out that -
Terrible, Terrifying and Maddening world
I call Purgatory...
The noise it generates around my head
Like thunderous lead pistons
Pumping away like a steam engine,
Day and night, slowly
Wearily wearing me out
I've often thought of the alternative solution!
What's the point?
You'll just end up a name...
On a piece of granite.
B...
Copywriter 2006
UK
Lowestoft
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