Love my family, love spending time with them but sometimes yearning for a little time to myself!
SOLITARY CONFINEMENT As the door swings from both sides And the windows unvariably vibrate exercising, my right to be alone I furiously type, my muscles ache Coming in last would be a mistake exercising my write, “to be alone” Finding a clock in this place called home Hiding it in my secret wardrobe closet exercising my right to be alone Taking slow sips of coffee, t.v. drama, A solitary epitome of garden song exercising the writ of execution to be alone sounds like a plea of insanity i won’t wait for your answer shh... 7/2/2017
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.