Ultimate loneliness

beleaguered by a sumptuous exposition of goods and chattels,
liable to abrasion of time and climate,
drowsy in puny self-indulgence outstaring the stately
vacuum of pomp;
a stalemated afflicted "life" ripples to
squander.

and people you know best,
knowing by heart the chapters of your open book,
they will indeed never turn their back on you
and suffer you gladly, an itchy scab.

though,
your expedience is franchised to a swap transaction,
lite-version.
a patient sighs relieved that he may still get hold
of a consultation
despite their hurdled succinct agendas.

finally,
no longer insanely dashing onto the centerpiece of tempests
galore,
neither carrying stubborn resistance nor bowing artful
as taunt,
bane reaches its conclusion.
swindled into joining the calamities
promoted to accomplice of this beast depraved and
cruel;
resigned like a leaf torn loose from the canopy, windswept
readily
to nowhere.