All alone
Digging the veins of this land
Breaking my heart as I cry out
The demons dominate
My head and I'm walking aimlessly
Circling a burnt out fire too
People lived sat here
Singing flamboyant songs of pride
And love.

I've been alone from human contact for weeks
Trapping the flies in a glass jar
They've no social appeal
But at least they're here
To dampen the sound of my
Cries.

This isn't a plea
Just a sad scorn
I'm a character
Not good enough
To enlighten a fable
But if I'm able I'll scream
Out this poem.

The days the daze
The hope can't cope
I am reflecting on this dullness
This rut
This broken energy.

I am a broken man!