Sustain Total Solitude.. Poem by Victoria Thompson

Awake, please to the silence of things
It's soft surrender of depression
It's tight and menacing grip of things.
I only have the time given to me,
but I try to give in.
And as the time moves on and alone
I follow it into the delusion of things.
My words begin to thicken with strain
as my conscience begins to fade.
You'd think I was already dead
like so many other poor self loathing souls.
Why do I believe so many faults.
How come the stains constrict there fading...
Those ghostly shadows circle,
Circle gradually sustaining total solitude.