Solitude 2

I’m trying to write something
but writing requires solitude
and right now
solitude is killing me,
wearing on my senses
to the point where I spend
this time of creativity
paralyzed by the silence
that surrounds me.
This solitude is a constant reminder
that the imaginary kingdoms
are starting to crumble,
leaving me with nothing more
than a mental mound of rubble.
But I think what gets me the most.
is that there is no sign
of humanity anywhere,
neither real or imagined.
I’m alone here
and I can't fend off the feeling
of lonliness tonight.
It keeps punching away
and there's no referee around
to jump in and call the fight.