A Solitary Life

A Solitary Life

 

I sought seclusion and

came to the conclusion

that life was an illusion,

but that was a delusion,

a misconception

 

depriving me of contact with

anything alive. I found it

hard to survive never hearing

a voice or seeing another,

not even my mother.

 

Insanity was an easy choice,

but even with disordered reasoning

I didn’t talk to myself, but while

hallucinating I did speak to the

people I met inhabiting my solitary life

 

and always told them farewell if they

weren’t wearing a belt that death knew

so well when a hopeless man wore it

around his neck when trying to escape

what he had shaped into a solitary life.