hauled up with a cavernous protector
far away from the dawn light
loss of distinction, morn and night
departed from those you love

casting a thought
to before you were a passenger
laid bare in this damp shelter
waiting for the walls to cave in

the days you took pleasure
in the meaningless endeavour
of the artificial existence
are replaced by days

so broken by monotony
and the plight of the many
so you sook a life most solitary
where your thoughts weigh heavy

each day you think of them
their optimism and naivety
as you draft another letter
destined for nowhere

as years take their toll
and the days feel like weeks
and your joints ache with growing ferver
you draft another letter

When man speaks lies
yet seeks the truth
When all that’s loved
is most uncouth

I hide away from the world unclear
murky with malignancy and faced by jeer
hidden away I’m tucked, austere
afraid to let obscenities near.

A knock on my door
they call close by
sweet nothings through
the cracks they cry
but word by word
I feel the lie