Insanity

Trapped in a decaying cell,

The cell an illusion of the boundaries that cannot be broken

 

While watching a constellation 

On the train of desperation

 

The silence so deep

 

Surrounded yet dumbfounded,

By the isolation that is felt

 

For what is serenity,

When surrounded by mindless zombies

 

We stare at our screens,

As though they're our only means

 

And emotional symbiosis 

Is the only way of existence

 

This perception of madness,

This world filled with sadness,

None of which is seen

 

The words we speak are all quite bleak,

And the thoughts we obtain are not to be shared,

For my insanity isn't a reality.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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