Sad from being alone

Prone to no one being home

Always been a lone wolf

My only hope is to write books

That still doesn’t get lonely off the hook

It is not that love isn’t present

It is that I am the only one who understands my presence

How my mind prances

How my heart feels the most outlandish

This puts me in isolation

Aching in separation

Ignoring my own desperation

But, what is the solution to seclusion?

“No soul will understand”

Continues to be proven

Without a solution I will die losing

However, this is the life I am choosing

I would rather stay lonely

Treating my art like a trophy

Until someone unfolds me

Learns how to control me

A soul solely for me

I will just love my pen

Pushed by loneliness within