Seclusion

Alone

I stroke 

Across the page with a pen

Again and again like penetration

I dive deep into that which im facing

Until I make contact

Like a car crash

I smash into my objective

My pride is the reason im selective

So its success that im collecting

And im possessive

Far from rested

Its the limits im testing

Settling causes depression

Im passionate and haven't learned suppression

So im over the top and on edge

Hastily and thoughtfully I make my bed

Scribbling word across the page

As I pray for clarity undelayed

My mind feels caged

Anxiously im in a rage

For my freedom I slave