Loneliness burns
and smarts
as sores
infested.
It's a jail sentence
in Solitary Confinement
with no sun.
The lock is so old
and rusted.
There is no key.
No one is looking for a key.
Year after year
creep along stretching out
my lifetime
here in this cell
of solitary confinement
There are times
people come in
bringing food and water
but then they leave
to go on their way.