I turn around but no ones there.
Alone I sit and sadly stare.
Walls rising all around.
Maybe I’m just sinking down.
Being lost in my head.
Feeding despair that should not be fed.
Adding weight onto my back.
Stabbing myself until I crack.
Am I the problem?
Root cause of this.
At a loss and confusing myself.
Down and out before I had my self.
Quarantined in this wide world.
Monster without direction.
See emptiness and go numb.
Longer I go the worse I become.
Shadow of a man who once stood.
Just wanting someone who is good.
Instead of falling into a honey trap.
Banging at the walls hoping to get back.
Hold my destiny rather than be watching it.
Sanity converted to worthless credit.
Am I the problem?
Root cause of this.
At a loss and confusing myself.
Down and out before I had my self.
Quarantined in this wide world.
Monster without direction.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 