Bed Rest
by Justine

Solitude is a nail,
Rusted as a curse,
Sunk in the ground.

Silent the grass,
Dead the dirt,
Six feet down.

Fragile the nail,
Crumbled to the core,
Iron turned brown.

Solitude is a nail,
Silent the grass,
Dry is the sound.

Solitude is a nail,
Fragile with rust,
With no one around.