S.U.P.
My Isolation
There's no one I can talk tocut off as I am, from the real indifferent worldNow, though I am unsure as if I've given uphaven't tried to talk to peopleto explain this reversalbut they merely think me madSo I speak no more, and simply wait for yesterdayMy memory slowly escapingto remember and correlate a precise dayafter more than a week of this had passedwas proving to be impossibleIt's all too muchwith so much of myself goneall I can do, surely, is submit?All I can do is waitand I hope that when I wake a day agothat it was only a dreamSix months have oscillated past my agony eyesPhysically, I feel nothing, morally I'm emptyHow long will this displacement last?My job was last to goI could not bear the grotesque paradox of working aloneand over and overwith no-one to notice or give a damn about my conditionBesides, no-one can solve this onemaybe I just won't exist any more
From Letras Mania