Enemies Of Solitude Poem by Alex Alexander

Enemies of Solitude
It's ironic, in their self-servant mode, unaware of their pending destruction.
As they feast on my flesh, those protagonists devour uninvited scavengers
Circling like wolves crouching to pounce. Surrounded by spreadsheets,
label self-interest, policing every move, just because of securities that are
heavy to face, they use tactics to govern and control: enacting their will
while dissipating impermanent, their own devalued loss of a moral compass.
So what's? of this world in its attempt to rewrite the narrative, being able to
Disclose what has already been foretold. On the performance stage, character.
of the puppy master, a puppy cunningly set in disarray by their willfulness.
Obsessed and possessed: meanwhile, hastening toward the inevitable decay.
Creating the roles they play; behind their blinders and binders, in dismay.
Shadows of their interpretation, after reading from the cheat sheet.
Marching to their beat, a narrow mind.
Set adrift to a tragic end.