Empty Side
The dust can be heard in
the quiet as it settles on either side
Reality always stalks,
embarrassment is not its divide
Wish and hope that today
was the last empty side
Don’t think back about
others more worthy cast aside
If the maker is the taker,
why this mean solitary tide?
Power used as in abused is
evil more so than Mister Hyde
Forsaken in an isolated
field, stood behind walls
Sounds are made, but no
reply, so how ugly the sound of the calls
Prison is not only within
walls confined
It also exists when the
jailer is your mind
How to escape the
agonizing error, cannot be solved with prayer
This snared human soul is
reality’s prisoner
The end of loneliness is
always death for you can be tortured no more
But death is no answer or
solution, it is destruction for sure
Suffer your mind and cry
for more to endure
One day you will smile as freedom flies and
solitary is no more
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