Alone, Together With His Thoughts Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

'Loner time' is his time,
All the time
Why?
He was treated like a toy,
Patience pressed to the maximum,
The strain insulting his heart and imagination
The eye isn't selfish, although empathy can weigh like a dense metal
So here it is:
He's a different kind of guy with a different kind of eye,
So his goal is to remind quick as a whip with a quip,
Seamlessly integrating statements into talking points
We'll see where that takes him,
Alone, together with his thoughts