alone-ness

We wonder for what sin we atone
Spending too much time alone.
Lot in mazes of intimate hell,
There are many definitions for a cell,
Where is the hero with reddish cape,
To provide us a means of escape,
But as long as there a moon and sun,
We dwell in always within sacred one,
And then from exiles we are free.
When we enjoy our own company,
Cause find it far from a sin,
To be at ease in my own skin.