in the rain
Holding
the bag again
of course
Cause it's been
that kind of day
Feeling betrayed
by fake friends
I relied on
My faith in humanity
takes yet another hit
with each
passing disappointment
The cumulative effect
of continuous
disillusionment
A cocoon of numbness
envelopes me
as expectations fall
Now fully encased
in cynical walls
I am now
in cynical walls
that serve to provide
a false sense of security
from life's external storms
I am now
a solitary prisoner
of jaded isolation
of jaded isolation
I am now
a bitter remnant
of a raging pandemic
I am now
a self defeating virus
Totally infected
A mutant strain
Socially distant
Locked away in quarantine
by a terrified society
that wants nothing to do with me
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