Isolation

Sweet solitude, please take me.
No more can I bear that racket -
that loud scream of emotive resistance
longing for belonging
resonating on every wall in every room
I step my sorry foot.

Too far gone the being
who dips its heart
into other people's minds
and seeks refuge.

Shield me from that
torturous yelling
that attentiveness
of existence in agonising aggregate.

Glass boxes have carried me thus far -
observation before interaction -
but too much.
Tint that glass a dark shadow
let me be as the shadow,
known but intangible
and leave me in that
square sanctuary.

No more echoes bounding
into my tired ears
but Silence

O! But would a scream hurt only
the most apt Ears.