March 07, 2016

Quarantine

Placed in containment 
Perhaps recovery is imminent 
For most
An isolate is destined
So it seems
To determined loneliness
Contact is denied
And this pounding pain
Waves unchecked once more
Repulsed as it were
Replaced in voids
As empty echoes of hopeless desire
Reverb through blank black
Nails dive torn
Through these sheets
Woken over
A constant scream silently
Urges
Unmet
It must be willingly given
Mortally wounded by manners
The condemned hangs alone