Isolation
Week 29
a walk each day, at five or eight
through tender lanes between
pea green blades, a path well-trodden
black cat scales fence
faces covered, concealed with doubt
passers by blur shadows longer
their time is biding, stuck inside
on lope through hour that's stopped
a seat by concrete tower
cars rush by, to jump
the evening breeze betrays us all
till tomorrow, by myself
Realising I've been remiss
I feel the wind's change on my skin
Now I'm ready to leave from this
Yet here I wait in isolation
I can see my last out alight
A shining new path to begin
But this knowledge is only blight
As here I rot in isolation
It's time to face the cold hard truth
The problem must be from within
A sad cherry on squandered youth
So here I'll die in isolation