A black loneliness mantled his life

A stillness,

A deadlock,

And the tick-tock of the clock–  

reminding him of being still alive

Indigestion of his thoughts:

his new illness– 

they’re always there

(the thoughts!)

emotionless,

feelingless,

passionateless,

and he,

full of unsatisfied passion

and the sterilization of the heart

Hesitant to think,

He’s always carried by his dark thoughts

He is victimized by thinking not to be loved

Is he a victim or a criminal?!

Society always decides

He is both or none

He’s been left alone in a loveless island–  

remote,

barren,

but unattractively green

with unwanted flowers

and;

It is for a long time now that his dignity is nude

His rejected kindness is naked

His attacked love is bare

He, himself is revealed

Nudity covers all his existence but

he needs something to cover 

his lost love,

his disabled feelings

his unreturned likes

his unknown dislikes

his created hatred

his lost life

Himself……. himself……and himself

But;

There is no cover

He is cold but not cool

He is angry–  

with his people,

the loved ones,

the relatives,

friends,

enemies

His life aches all over

No painkiller to sooth

Doctors, disappointed

His physical mentality is mentally abnormal

And his mental body is hurt by his mentality

He lives with his steady infuriating memories–

triggering mental disabilities

and physical abnormalities:

indigestion,

disc degeneration,

bones erosion,

migraine,

A bizarre surrealism!

No move to the space of hope

Time conception for him

is the matter of place perception–  

he lives in hell

His DNA carries a mark

“you live in a big tunnel” — 

A titanic loneliness

He feels lonelily alone

Courtesy of Google pictures

From my second collection Out Inside (in press).  Austin Macauley Publishers