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