Restricted Poem by Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski

Alone.
The first thought I can process
Is my utter inability
For external comfort.
None.
There's no one to lean on.
No one to ask
For help.
How could I possibly
Gain assistance
When I am
Trapped?
This miserable
Place
Is full
Of nothing but
Hidden torments.
Randomly appearing
To tamper with
My well-being.
Alone.
Alone until they
Come forth
With inventive
Methods to
Drive me to the
Brink.
To strip me
Of my
Sanity.
Everyone?
They're gone.
One by one
Stolen and
Annihilated.
To tamper with
My will.
To force me to
No longer care.
Alone.
Alone to
Exist.
But only as long
As they allow.
Alone.
With no one
To save me.
Alone.
Until my final
Moments,
In which
The murderer's
Identity is
Finally
Revealed.
I'd prefer
To keep
My
Solitude.
And keep
That terrible
Monster
Away
From
Me.
I'd prefer
To be
Alone.