Far from crowds

 Theres safety in this house
silence is all
and the dread of light
and its people who make you like this
the fear of work
the mixing of futile talk and monologues
spilling wastefully from lips
all the fall outs

Who has even read'The scent of Dried Roses
took it in
cared to understand it
known and understood them
just me it seems
no one else
forever alone
is it just me who really understands
no speaking please
its useless