Seclusion

At times, a little of seclusion confine
Giving glum and unhealthy vibes
Uprooting all the weedy past tides
Leaving behind a zombie mankind.

Lend this a thought and you'll discover
It's not as serene as its traits reveal
The one going through could only feel
All the traumas one has to bear.

It's high time to heed this mess
And protect the youth from trap
Being around them, boosting their apt
We can win over this wreck.