Loathsome
   Glum is commonplace
   Lonely
   Longing for a face
   Dwelling in the shadows
   There's a darker side still
   Once what was wide open
   Is closed and unfulfilled
  
   Acceptance
   A need that I can't understand
   Some uninvited guest
   Is whispering demands
   Damage
  
   Private and off the beaten track
   Bulwarked, so as not to get shellacked
   As I sit in solitary confinement
   Which I choose
   Bewildered and stumped
   By the many ways I lose
  
   Some uninvited guest is tugging at my hand
   Sap the energy and corrode the order of the day
   Pigeon feet touch the ground, mind is disarray