Solitude

It shows in the faceless eyes,

Its roots in the mind clawing deep;

to sing to yourself a lull-a-by

and still manage to fall asleep.

A trifle uneasy to smile alone..

a trifle uneasy to weep……

from beneath the un-held hands

the worms of solitude creep.........

PS: I have the awesomest friends and I an absolutely happy :) this is just a poem