Solace in Isolation

Here I am alone again,

I feel at peace alone again,

Like the tale of the Loch Ness beast,

Its solace on that lake comforts me,

I’m jobless,

I’m broke,

But I don’t feel like choking,

Isolation is my strength,

Silence is my comfort,

I’m in a burg of peace,

Protected from the downturn’s,

A broken promise to my generation,

I wonder,

Is it a punishment to my time?

Has my peers, my generation and me lived to easily,

Why can’t we go on just like past inhabitants of the free society,

We invest to the rich and the powerful,

We were promised the fruits of capitalism,

But all our achievements all seem irrelevant now,

Have we always lived in false freedom?

Or are have we just run out of things to exploit,

Sometimes I feel we are blinded,

So many events occurring elsewhere,

Some places painted with different forms of power and law,

Places plundered to serve the so called free world,

This is one world,

Our world,

But for now I’m solace in my isolation,

I’m only a man,

A person,

My burg is surrounded by the troubles of my time,

7 floors high two furballs and I,

Waiting and creating while greener pastures come.