The Isolated Man

Rage spits all over him
His face covered in hate
The world is his enemy
and discontentment his fate

All the wrongs done,
can never be forgiven
So he cuts off all people
and silence becomes his rhythm

He is never to blame
for any quarrel or debate
All others have it wrong
but their apologies are too late

Living in isolation,
He refuses conversation
Stubborn and forlorn
He awaits his destination