Author Information
Isolationism
Folder:
Poem for Every Night Sometimes, setting oneself apart
feels like a wandering art,
and it's easy to get lost in cessation.
Controversial is the matter
of letting one's soul to tatter,
and become ensnared in isolation.
If I were to simply sit and think
about how others interlink
time and business, I'd be further silenced.
I know this to be well and due
as this is tried rare and true;
we end up distracted by daily violence.
In the days where my mind is cluttered
and the creative process is smothered,
I prescribe my own form of sedative.
Two pills of shut the fuck up,
ego death in a cup;
isolation becomes representative.
