Solitary confinement

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Solitary confinement

As I tiredly place my head upon my hands to rest

Wondering how much more before I reach my best

Is my whole life just a little test?

Roaming and pacing

Sit or stand

Run for miles

Frown or smile

Content for a while

Then hostile

Frantically she screams

Leave me be here

 In a dark room

Turn off the lights, and leave me to cry

Don’t ask me why, I just need a good old cry

You want answers to questions; I’ve got nothing to say

Go away

Is this a depression, bawling

Crawling on your hands and knees

Nothing matters, Scatter brained

Pitter patter, your mouth jabbers

 What is the matter?

Ask me once, asking me twice

Words of advice

Don’t ask a third time

I won’t be so nice

Leave me here

Stay clear

Solitary confinement behind these doors

Is where I need to be!

© Heather Bolden 2012