Solitude of Sadness

In this solitude of sadness away from all that's kind. I have found an inner madness which pre-occupies my mind. I wish that I could loose all thought. Make my mind go blank. Seems no matter how hard I've fought I stand on rotted planks. All my minutes soon are hours. The hours grow into days. Mostly watching flowers as I try to rise above the haze. This life that I have been given. The jaded path I ride. Sometimes it's just not worth living. There's nowhere left to hide The birds have all stopped singing The waters running still. Can you hear that constant pinging? I've finally had my fill! Oh the solitude of sadness. The pain that never ends I am sure it must be madness No more can I pretend. The Applethoughtrotten