Enter Solitude
Stare into its face
Scream into its abyss
Grab your pen
Tear through the paper
Force ink into existence
Rake out your heart
There lies nothingness
Dying to bleed out and be
Your mind churns
Scraping against your skull
Cough and sweat those words
Piss into the glass
Whisky is your remedy
You hollow tired hack of a writer
Better is the world you view
You can’t see it from the inside
Solitude provides the high ground
Andrew Chapman / Author and Screenwriter 