Seeking solitude I wander,
Eyes closed, by the cliff-edge.
Fear bathes my nakedness,
Stinging like the salt scented breeze.
Open wounds weep and wail like banshees.
Screeching scrambles reason,
In short-lived respite, until the pain
Reaches its peak, inducing numbness.
Detachment affords time to
Nurture the pangs of loneliness.
Do not offer me pity. I have plenty,
Of the self-made unpalatable bile.
Treat me with contempt, as I too loathe.
This sleeping beast stirs and eyes open,
Only for the nightmare to really begin.