Isolation Poem by J.R Hunter

The sun drifts down upon the trees
Like death creeping along the path of life,
For no introduction is needed,
As nothing could cause me more strife,
And no man could strike me down,
Nor make me bleed,
As I am down further than any.
In with the old, out with the new,
And I bide my time,
For when I am cold it is not for you,
I know it’s over when I hear the chime.
Will I lose my nerve?
Or can I be strong,
For when I hit the curb,
I am almost gone.
If I cut this line,
What good can come?
I’d only be passing time,
And it wouldn’t even be one.
The bell has stopped, the stereo’s out,
Lights are f*cked, ceilings bare,
My box of candles is filled with doubt.
While I sit here and stare.
The moon is high as a kite,
But my animosity is lower than the ground,
The city lights shine bright,
And block out everything that is around.
All has lost meaning, but not all meaning is lost,
I walk around the streets at night,
Having paid the cost,
Wishing I could make it all right.
When my head hangs low,
Filled with the pain,
Of all that I show,
Underneath in vain.
I sit here cradle in my arms,
You can never hurt me,
But nothing can make me free from harm,
While I make my play,
I say that you can stay,
But I just wanna be left alone,
So I can self destruct,
And keep you free from harm.