Routine interactions
Intolerant tones
Scalding glances from everyday drones
Misunderstanding or direct condemnation?
Perceptive insight or gross fabrication?
Since asking is awkward
Truth isn’t allowed
Cycling thoughts
Wear anxiety’s shroud
Familiar
Wretched
And safe.
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?
Waning persistence
A waxing shockwave
Solace served cold in a fear-fashioned grave
Hopeless
Lonesome
And safe.