Wandering amidst a vast landscape of solitude and isolation
Itís only in my mind I feel safe.
That in itself is a brain copulation.
I canít write what I donít know.
I know discontentment.
An escape from anything real
is a joyful release from this ______.
Everything is even keeled
if I conceal ALL this sadness
Oí the obtuse nerve!
Masquerading behind my faÁade
of false hope...please look away!
The very last thing I wish...
is to infect anyone else with this