sorenbarrett

Mea Culpa

I live my life in isolation

Each breath full of trepidation

Infinite in duration

Even lying next to you, I\'m alone

To avoid devastation

I reside in hybernation

Each word an atheistic oblation

I grow cold to the very bone

Is it just the situation?

Or maybe habituation?

That results in hesitation.

Whichever, you lie there like a stone

Trying to talk of this frustration

Is more painful than castration

So the conversation

I postpone