It's quiet,
when it creeps up.
No sound, not even a word.
It's peaceful, till it isn't
Then you ask around
Still just quiet...
Alone with your thoughts
It doesn't even knock..
It doesn't even break through the **** door
It's just there.
Alone.
Viewing people through screens
Forgotten.
Left behind.
either way it's the same.
All alone with this cumbersome voice
Driving you insane.
The feeling makes you fidget and Pace
Makes you fight and complain
Bed softly quiets your demons
Then your tired and feel drained
In your head running a place
With no escape.
alone again this feeling that I hate.