Confessions of a 'loner'

When there's no voice
only silence that would suffice
the solitude craved by my soul
dipping into the moments alone
in an empty room
with no windows and a closed door

I write an epiphany of stagnancy
singing the choirs of this oblivion
I strike the strings of my reverie

Musing further more
fusing with the stagnant time
I sink into this invisibility
Escape into a dimension
which is my own
unruled, unthreatened and unprone
to the ghosts I carry with me

I see myself on this paper
I hear myself in this sound
dancing with the comforted melody
calming the demons with in me

It's about the moments I breathe
about the moments I forgive
let go of the grudges I harbor
It's about the moments I live...