My soul is quarantined;
disconnected fibers of my being
set adrift on a forgotten sea.
Shards of desolate days stretch one into the other;
frozen in their cloistered time.
They tease and taunt me.
My mind is withdrawn.
As I try to think I'm disjointed from those I see.
On my own amidst an ocean of those who live and breathe.
My heart, unattended beats solo against
the orchestrated sounds of humanity.
I wander, disassociated from reality
playing solitaire in this game called life.
Stumbling wildly down the road we call loneliness.
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