Isolation

 
Standing high and proud upon mighty ramparts of empty words and hollow laughter, atop the unscalable wall of memory

Flag of defiance flying high
while hiding deep inside
wandering windowless corridors where light can never shine

Unknown voices whisper seductions from shadowy alcoves
drowned out by the bellows of inanity
Standing, staring at the locked gate
Trying in vain to conjure up its key