Mea Culpa Poem by soren Barrett

I live my life in isolation
Each breath full of trepidation
Infinite in duration
Even lying next to you, I'm alone
To avoid devastation
I reside in hybernation
Each word an atheistic oblation
I grow cold to the very bone
Is it just the situation?
Or maybe habituation?
That results in hesitation.
Whichever, you lie there like a stone
Trying to talk of this frustration
Is more painful than castration
So the conversation
I postpone