Self Imposed Solitude Poem by Wiley Seigler
Self Imposed Solitude
These four walls I know so well
My sanctuary of thoughts it seems
These four walls hold the world
Within are all my hopes and dreams
Shimmering, flowing rivers of song
Soundscapes they surround me
I journey endlessly to nowhere
Somehow there you found me
Grab my hands the sands of time
Are quickly filling space
Yet I decide to sink and hide
And deny my saving grace
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