Outpouring-catharsis

Me and my loneliness Forlorn did my soul survive The brutal reality crept in Leaving nothing but the scars The bruises only to remind the cruelty. Far and wearing the journey seems Wavering the strong wind gust Leaving nothing but the coldness Showering drizzle over the deserted soul. Even in this buzzing chaotic beehives Lost in the confusion and defragments Leaving nothing but the ambiguousness Distancing the spirit form sublimity of soul. Me and my loneliness trespassing the forbidden line Only to accord with the façade reality Wearing mask with the suitability Leaving nothing but the fakeness. Ceedee-13/6/2018