Is one able to yearn
When burned
Having never learned
To wait ones turn

So sojourn...

I’ve a right to bale
When lovers fail
Tucked is my tail
Leaving a paper trail

Unanswered mail...

I look for solace
My formidable edifice
On the edge of malice
Up in my palace

Blunt cowardice...

So in conclusion
This web of delusion
Self-inflicted confusion
My mental pollution

Sentenced seclusion...