Inspired by Robert Lowell

I am observing the social sphere from behind a barrier…
Most people do not even press their heads against mine
On the glass wall.

Incurably enervated and entirely unenthused,
I bury myself in my room.

I wanted them to breathe my love,
But, they still won’t acknowledge I have a heart.

I am a foreign creature, freshly released into
The world of sycophants

Sure, I shattered to bits.

But, her I am, Humanity, alive and free.
Purple is my soul, and the moon, well, it bears my breadth.

The dream world and a few select friends saved me when even my sanity abandoned me;
Anad therein lies why I never again will be a beacon of hope in an utterly mendacious world.

 

 

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