Blackout

In this deserted place
far from the eyes of a crowd
I made my residence.
At first I was so pleased with my situation.
So far from the buzz of humanity.
Far from the heat of closeness
and I did swell with joy at my decided distance.

Then the creeping thoughts.
The slowly building realization
in a dark place behind these eyes.
However happy I am,
far from the physical realm of humanity,
I find myself also at odds
with the connection of the world.

I set myself a goal
to write a poem every day
and post it for the fun of it
but I find the problem inherent
with achieving this goal
if I've no connection to the internet.

I write here in an apology
for slacking on my self made charge.
I will quickly write the three required
to catch me up to my daily totals.

My integrity is damaged.
My fingers unsteady.
I will not relinquish my goal.

Hope lies on the horizon.
The future holds a better option
than steeling connections to achieve the writing plan
that I established for myself.