In Solitary (Poetry)

They’ve kept me here God knows how long
the days and nights all lost
in one dull blur of loneliness
the calendar uncrossed

This isolation walls me in
with thoughts I cannot bear
I fear I’ll never see again
what’s outside waiting there

My mental pictures stored away
are fading to a dream
or maybe illustrations in
some well-thumbed magazine

Old names and faces grow unreal
I struggle to recall
the details of the life I lived
before disaster’s fall

Now month on month on month goes by
the seasons merge and blend
no clue there’s any change in store
no sign this hell will end