Scalding glances from everyday drones
Misunderstanding or direct condemnation?
Perceptive insight or gross fabrication?
Since asking is awkward
Truth isn’t allowed
Wear anxiety’s shroud
Stapled over my face is survival’s blank mask
Soul swept in a corner and taken to task
The point? The reason? The motive? The gain?
Why are we here? Can we ever explain?
A waxing shockwave
Solace served cold in a fear-fashioned grave