Trapped in a decaying cell,

The cell an illusion of the boundaries that cannot be broken


While watching a constellation 

On the train of desperation


The silence so deep


Surrounded yet dumbfounded,

By the isolation that is felt


For what is serenity,

When surrounded by mindless zombies


We stare at our screens,

As though they're our only means


And emotional symbiosis 

Is the only way of existence


This perception of madness,

This world filled with sadness,

None of which is seen


The words we speak are all quite bleak,

And the thoughts we obtain are not to be shared,

For my insanity isn't a reality.


This poem is about: 
Our world
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