Sitting here tapping keys,
isolation winks at me.
Loneliness  
in the chair behind me,
grins so coyly.
It's so stuffy in here.

I'm a bit miffed,
possibly mad at anger,
who's smiling at me
from behind the closed window.

I feel frustration,
who's in the next room
next to mine,
is welling up in me
as I finish the next line.

I am beginning to see
the effects of my constant
isolation & loneliness,
anger & frustration,
my good friends.
Seems like nothing gets done,
I'm not having any more fun.

Perhaps it's time for me
to pick myself up &
run outside to enjoy
this fine day, far way
from my
depressed-companions,
such sad comrades.

Indeed, I believe it is!