Alone

All alone in my bed but in my head
is a construction site of activity
and usually it's the wrecking ball
at work swinging then dropping
swinging then dropping
swinging then dropping.
Onto my ego, my fragile ego
smashing and bending its irons out of shape
then memories come and join in the show
till I see nothing from above but all from below
It's on top of me again and if I need a witness I'll call you
Otherwise, I might resurface in the morning or later 
as my habit is and resume my part. I hope you're not alone.
Alone for real or in a crowd or in a marriage. 
Loneliness is like a...