What else can you see?
Other than displeasure
And the feeling of vexation.
A moment alone
In isolation,
And yet, what happened to your creation?
What happens when it gets to you?
The fever, the rage,
When you realise that nothing suits you, but a cage?
There is nothing created for you
You must embrace the solitude,
But what else could you do?
When you're feeling like being shackled
Without escape
Doomed.