When Trust Is Gone Poem by RIC BASTASA

the self sometimes
becomes a prison sometimes
to a solitude that
is bitter
alone with sad thoughts
and bitter memories as
constant companion the mind
that cohabits
a social skull soon becomes
an alien upon itself
not knowing each name
for soon
what hurts rules
and deprives those that
still want to be whole of its
parts
i, who is set aside,
finally say farewell,
i, who has no more place
in this circle,
bid adieu
i make my own world
now fenced
away from you.