Solitary

Four walls and me
and that is all.

Every day they knock,
want me to trade my sanity
for relief,
relief from all the thoughts.

But I hold on just a little longer.

Is that your outstretched hand?

Days and weeks and months
and days -
they pass and I lose track
of time.

I can feel my thoughts
radiating
through my four walls,
a million laughing faces.

They're laughing at me
and I smile.

Pitiful creatures.
They do not know the whispers,
they do not know awareness,
the sanity of silence.

But I know.

I know.