THE PACT (Job in Isolation)

I make a pact

With my eyes, a pact
With my mind

Not to lead my heart astray
Lingering where the soul
Does not belong

I make a pact
With my senses
And break it

My body ravenous
For companionship
The touch of another

These isolation days
And weeks now turned

To months

I am at peace

I am at war

With myself