Another Song: Inspired By M Carl Holman, By Ron Porter

Resigned to my isolation, stuck in stasis sure as death Weary of my solitude and pained to not be by myself. I went out to find the crowd for comfort and, for company. In each face I saw allowed, reflections of the prison of me. Sharp and cutting as a knife, it did cleave to the bone each was trapped in his own life. Even together; all are alone. I returned to my cell full of dread and, distress. Each man creates his own hell; mine - my lingering loneliness.