Here I stand
Alone
I am familiar to
This isolation
Cutting people off
Without realization
Just tricks of my
Demented imagination
Do you see them too?
The figments of inclination
From separation to
Your participation
I wait in anticipation
Not being able to engage
In confrontation
Seeking serious consultation
Wishing into abduction
And fating from
The acceleration
Of this accusation
Spreading with increasing
Adaptation
Stacked up against the
Accumulation of hateful
Threats met with ugly words
I am slowly bio-transformed
Mutated by all this hurt.
And in the end I'm left
With fear of criminalization
Heading for internal
Damnation.
