In Seclusion: (Hanging by a Thread)

In Seclusion:
(Hanging by a Thread)

Loneliness – a shroud,
It calls to me aloud,
Approaching yet so still
Within my domicile.
Sadly winning, quickly pinning
Open – volatile.

My mind it soon consumes,
The threat of boredom looms,
My isolated mind
Seeks desperately to find
Stimulation, aspiration
For a mastermind.

But thoughts engulf my brain,
Driving me insane,
Left with solitude,
A lonely interlude.
Thinking, waiting, cursing, hating,
Desperate to elude.

Minutes seem like hours,
Lonesomeness devours,
Eating at my heart,
Tearing me apart,
Constant stabbing, always grabbing,
No place to depart.

My pain will only end
When next I see a friend;
A precious time we’ll share,
We’ll talk and laugh and care.
Admiration, adoration.
Little can compare.

Until a friend arrives
I’ll keep my lonesome eyes,
My heart will rule my head.
My senses will seem dead.
Wanting, needing, all but pleading –
Hanging by a thread!