Isolation

Isolation
A growing shame
The weight of guilt
Inflicted blame
A sense of self
Of total fault
Painting wounds
With shades of salt

Isolation
A perfect jail
Of battered oak
And rusted nails
The stench abounds
Of guilt's foul scent
All moments lost
To regret's lament

Isolation
At once alone
No temptation felt
No joy condoned
A darkened cavern
Where pain eloped
Hand in end
With the remains of hope

Isolation