The Mire Of The Lonely One

The isolation of one's needs

requires little when alone.

There in lies the death of so,

inquiry's were few.

Solitude doth desire,

no person to be told.

Where does this person now exist,

if All were in the "Know."

The Arch of such demonic toll,

'rounds the World today.

The slavery of many warn;

"do not go this way."

Not One will listen,

but, Two will go,

drug out in Chains and broken links:

To past mistakes; don't blink!!!

The changes to the clock presents

your guilt to know such guise.

Do snuffs exist? Or do you lie?

Each time you print your list.

A count of three,

it takes from thee,

leaving you............. thrice?

A cycle of: Entice.

If you do, then I'll be "knew."

The dollars will be nice.

To think upon what will be lost,

is simply; "Roll the dice"

A win declared for most is paired

with what happens to the solo, torn.

Who will care? The devious impaired!

By nothing that's not a vice.

Trapping what will cry so loud

be heard, exampling too.

Not for Me, I did get through

the screaming and the reap.

The tripping of my simple mind,

blew away and loosened the bind

upon my being of Truth.

For sake of the hidden booth.