Lonely with Solitude.

Are the walls always been coming closer?
Out of sight demons kept creeping
Under my skin, pain-parasites after all.
Blurring silhouettes to eerie vividness,
Solitude as the host and the sorrow
Spreads as wide as the Pacific Ocean
In my body. Solitude by force,
Still finding solace in pain,
The dark side of the darkest phase,
Coping and walking through. Quiet
As night am I, eccentric to others
And to me, universal truth like
The Sun rises in the East!-RJ