Soledad

I
've run out of ideas
How to rekindle self
Life looks as turbulent
As a rough sea
Moments of peace are not likely soon
I often find it queer
For they come once in a blue moon
MC - or its connotation -
Has become more than a shelter
Like a comrade-in-arms

II
Dread is haunting me
For the first time in life
Heavy workload seems so tempting
So soothing that it creates a brief reverie
Way away from emptiness
A state where swallowed is sensed
A dark chamber with loads of partners or couples
Who claim to enjoy a plot
Is not to be stood
Solitude grows fiercer in crowded places