Randomness

On Solitude

Sanity hovers around the cloud of silence.
My room, my refuge, a cloudy day
The conscience speaks,
Awareness sets in.
A frightening epiphany
that Life Simply Is.
My hands come to focus.
Mine. Each movement,a decision
They're mine.
A troubling question of what that means
My heart drums.
I'm scared and purposefully
indulge a distraction