SOLITARY CONFINEMENT

Sitting by my study's window sill,
Looking at the paper I'm going to fill,
I realize the thing I'm writing about,
May be hell to some but heaven to me, no doubt.

Solitary confinement as I talk of it,
Is surely the place I'd like to sit,
The best place to discover yourself,
Without the need of mates to help.

Once inside it's ME Vs ME,
I think of life and what it wanted to be,
And when the argument comes to end,
I get the relation of time and sand.

Ecstasy is when I catch the root,
The pleasure of death is the ultimate loot,
It is the thing of single achieve,
Even after death there ought to be peace.