Trade this
for that
never I
will keep 
my quiet 
and you 
can keep 
your yakity-yak
my ears 
now swim
in silence 
and the 
noise that 
drools from 
mad mouths 
falls nowhere 
but onto 
the bibs
of committed 

What is so
interesting is that 
after all this 
my happiness wasn’t 
found amongst others 
but rather in
the little knot
known as the 
tree I am 
in the forest 
where they are 
and not were

Some people 
see trust
as something 
earned but
me I 
see trust
as something 
that’s lost 
and when 
it’s gone 
then so
goes you 

And the chime
strikes the hour
reminding me not
of time but 
life passing by 
a bellwether of 
death slowly approaching 
like a fog
cast just there
beyond the rocks 
before the sea 
and behind me 

Some think that 
I’m a prisoner 
in my home 
because I choose 
to live alone 
and far away 
from the fray
known as others
but I am 
the only one 
who is ever 
really truly free
from the loneliness 
that we brings