I isolate myself as a litmus test of my importance,
Do you notice my absence?
Will you care if I’m gone?
The air is tense,
The world without song,
I feel like a drop in the ocean.
Lost in the mass of waves and surf,
Questioning my worth.
I feel myself drawing away,
yet no one is asking me to stay.
I sit in a dark corner,
the self-made loner.
In a room with bare walls,
Lonely halls, eerie calls,
I fight with all my might,
against the voices in the night,
Specters invite me to share in their pain,
Their words laced with disdain,
Walking in my solitude, as I trek through the multitude,
The invitation to demise,
wouldn’t come if I wasn’t a prize,
I’ll continue to resist,
Despite what the voices insist,
One day I’ll win emancipation,
from this damning isolation.