Isolation’s Idiosyncrasy

Posted on April 19, 2011 | 6 Comments

It knows how to build your very own prison.
Pale, with absolutely no passion.
Being chained to the steel wall, of inaction;
Not forgiving self or show compassion.

You have no one else, to blame but yourself.
Others didn’t put you there only you delved.
Critically separating thyself
Standing alone like one staid bookend, shelved.

© 2011 Michael Yost

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6 responses to “Isolation’s Idiosyncrasy”

  1. cyferREDrose | July 12, 2011 at 4:43 AM | Reply

    I dont know what to say,
    But this verse is nice.

    Like

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