Is one able to yearn
When one's been burned
Having never to learn
To wait ones turn

So sojourn...

I have a right to bale
When love has failed
Tucked in is my tail
Leaving a paper trail

Unanswered mail...

I look for solace
My formidable edifice
On the verge of malice
Up in my glass palace

Blunt cowardice...

So pardon this intrusion
My tangled web of delusion
Self-inflicting confusion
My mental state of pollution

Sentenced seclusion...


©B. D. Caissie