Safety of Seclusion

Seclusion is a demon, yet one we learn to crave,
Natures only certainty, from cradle to the grave,
Infants young we fear the night, and long for mother’s care,
Yet time goes by, adjust our sight, longing look to vacant stare,
Cherished memories remain that still, yet new ones no wish to make,
Social strife we’ve had our fill, took all we care to take,
Embrace the silence, the deadly noise, which heeds neither turn nor chime,
It feeds you, keeps you content, yet hurts from time to time,
Others do not know, they judge, they laugh, they scorn,
And so they go, mind sludge, their path is drawn,
The beetle rolls his dung heap, his web the spider spins,
Their concerns don’t go deep, no fear of shame or sins,
They do live life and die, finished,
Not rue, feel strife or cry, diminished,
Returned to earth and soil, from whence they came, they leave,
Once was, but then forgot, no Heaven I do believe,
Was once, but now will rot, no more than trees or leaves,
Yet less we are worth, for they lack our puny ways,
Illusions of grandeur, man, he preaches, he prays,
Such stupidity, a forest would never stoop,
To levels of depravity, such a tedious senseless loop,
No, he stands immortal, overlooking, outliving and breathing,
A beauty portal, life cooking, air giving, never leaving,
No need for God, his myth serves not a thing to me,
I need my own mind, a pen and I am free,
Alas the freedom I feel is nothing but a smokescreen,
We all as a race are filthy, putrid, unclean,
But only entities lacking such traits, can ever truly be-
Free, its definition I will never know, or its symptoms ever see.