Exile
they say whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger
but how much longer can I stand this solitude
this hole I've dug, is taking too long to climb out of
and I've no time to make up all the ground I've lost.
as seconds pass the days grow longer
but nothing seems to change my attitude
regret starts to increase, as i grow impatient for my release
and wish this was a bridge I'd never crossed
a terminal lack of inspiration
resulting from my isolation
is leading me toward desolation
and closing down my mind
my self-respect is dropping
and this there seems no way of stopping
or quickening the endless wait I've forced myself to need
the only thing that keeps me hopeful
is the knowledge that someday my exile will end
so i latch on to whatever may, sustain me and keep my fears at bay
trying not to realize that I'm suddenly alone