Baffled by the feeling of solitude
An unimpaired glance into nil
My thoughts conglomerated
I sit and consider what would be
The confinement of my heart is unworn
A vacant location left sullen
Wretchedness possesses my mind
An impregnable obsession
I am bound to one at a time
Days fly by leaving little to externalize
I am filled with animosity
Nothing is ever simplistic in my existence
R. E. Knight