What drives the engine of solitude,
the silence of one's own heartbeat?
The music no friend will hear
or the ringing in one's ears?
What thought nags at the mind
that keeps company at bay,
that keeps the mad laughter away
with secret, solitary words?
No eye but mine knows the back
of my blinking, fluttering eyelids
that renew my eyes with water
to drown my sorrows in.