Spiralling

Leave me to brood

on a lonely mountaintop

that overlooks the smoking ruins

of all my hopes and dreams

 

Leave me to rot

in a small padded room

where they serve pills for lunch and

no one hears my screams

 

Leave me to steep

in my own boiling rage

a festering, wounded soul

of which I’ll never be free

 

Whatever you do

just leave me,

leave me,

just leave me be

Reviews

[Misery]

Excellent in the extreme, dear poet.
You speak from the soul of one not completely alone, who desires to be absolutely alone. Alone with their brokenness, alone with their fragile sanity, alone with their anger. Raw and honest emotions expressed with eloquence.