Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I had been warned,

I had read about the signs,

I felt the symptoms, 

But turned a blind eye.

Perhaps from the chaos

As my world collapsed, 

Or the feeling of failing

As time elapsed. 

I drifted away

From my closest friends, 

And pondered the ways

It all could end.

I refused to partake

In a social drink,

Opting instead

To just sit and think.

I cut the ties

With the outside world,

My disdain and disgust

Grew and swirled.

All the drama, the hate,

And the noise,

Like children squabbling

Over ten cent toys.

In my solitude, 

I found my addiction,

The place in my mind

Without restriction.

No eyes or ears

Awaiting to pass judgment;

To the world,

I became absent. 

I grew addicted 

To my own isolation,

The peace, the silence,

Indeed, the alienation.

But buried grief and old trauma 

Do not hide.

They haunt the corridors 

Of a troubled mind.

They manifest in

Memories and regrets,

Culminating in images

I cannot forget.

Though peace and silence 

Is what I crave,

I fear this isolation 

Will lead me to my grave.


-J.Simpson