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.
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