We’re all lonely for something we don’t know we’re lonely for

- David Foster Wallace

 

The fort has collapsed,

the safety is lost.

The enemy is within,

loneliness is the cost.

 

Like a toy, a doll house

within boundaries bound

all’s well, all’s pretty

but fighting with personal hounds.

 

One begs sympathy

one demands importance

one is a hypocrite

with jealousy he burns.

 

My stomach turns, at the thought

of small talking with them.

There’s a lot of history

I am not what I was then.

 

Darker and consuming every minute,

the pit in my stomach grows.

A new path I search,

to get ahead of these foes.