Absorbed in the details

In comparison, all else pales

All my worries, all my struggles

The trouble that always doubles

I can lose myself easily

The time passing quickly

In a place where I can’t panic

And everything is filled with magic

A brushstroke on canvas

No life risks or chances

But time comes rushing back

And I return to my act

As if I’m as serene as I seem

But inside I still scream

My hands beating uselessly 

The walls close in ceaselessly

I’m separated from the rest

And without me they’re blessed

I’m not needed. 

Or wanted

The conversation flows around me

And though, my tears don’t cease to be

Hidden from sight are they

As my life just continues to gray

Nobody sees

I don’t let them see

So is this isolation me? 

Would it be better were I to flee?

I can’t handle this

Peace and quiet are amiss

And though I could find them here

I can’t seem to care.