By Ethan Hartle
There is beauty in solitude.
Yet, also loneliness.
I am confined by four walls
Unable to escape.
Sunlight streaks through the window,
But I cannot feel its warmth.
Only the cool breeze of missed opportunity.
The light fades revealing another lost day.
Others stop by to listen in,
Staring at my curiosities.
Eventually they must leave.
I am forbidden to follow.
Each day ends with disappointment,
As I drift off into the nothingness of sleep.
Each day begins with sadness,
As I face the solitude once more.
