Solitude

Solitude persecutes me.

She comes at night,

When I am alone.

She shows me my life

How I am lonely,

And I how I am at fault.

But why is it so hard,

To live on my own?

I fool myself into believeing I am fine

But I just can't keep my mind

From crossing the line

Of the loneliness I drag.

How can I be complete,

If I have a hole on my chest

And an afternoon on my own

For me to scramble through my darkest thoughts?