
Recoiling from all around her
afraid to be caught in a crowd
solitude her only companion
with seclusion worn as a shroud
fearful of new situations, where
panic strikes the core of her soul
alarmed of the world about her
her existance begins to take toll
coping only with planned or plotted
a bearing of purdah she knows
the unexpected leaves her in panic
unwilling her life to share or expose
faceless in her zone of comfort
cringeing from the world beyond
avoiding every situation
that requires her life to respond
worthless time passes unnoticed
each day plays the same as the last
she remains in solitary confinement
loneliness completely surpassed.


















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