Loathsome   Glum is commonplace   Lonely   Longing for a face      Dwelling in the shadows   There's a darker side still   Once what was wide open   Is closed and unfulfilled      Acceptance   A need that I can't understand   Some uninvited guest   Is whispering demands   Damage      Private and off the beaten track   Bulwarked, so as not to get shellacked   As I sit in solitary confinement   Which I choose   Bewildered and stumped   By the many ways I lose      Some uninvited guest   Is tugging at my hand   Sap the energy and corrode   The order of the day      Pigeon feet touch the ground   Mind is disarray