In Recluse, I Muse

In isolation, I exist, intellect teeming, thoughts brisk. In desolation, I subsist subtle humor, a dark twist. Afterthougths and contemplation, dreams rise, from a deep elevation. Obssesive actions, suicidal fixation I subsist, in desolation. Silence accompanies solitude, Birds chirp an etude. I converse with trees, calm elation I exist in isolation. Walk amuck in filthy daze, strangers whisper, an unfocused gaze, senses drown in murky haze. Paranoia on par confusion. Mirrors crack in mirth of my seclusion, A taste of gunpowder ends my delusion. (c)Mehraj 2009