The Stresses of Being Aloner:

Sitting waiting
Ruminating
Whether I’ll be
Hesitating
Staying withdrawn
Now my mind’s gone
Panic comes on
Everything’s wrong
Vision bending
Stomach rending
Emotion sending
Never ending
A seperation
Sans elation
Dissociation
Doomed creation

No matter where, a nomad roamer
Forced to a prison of despondency
The stresses of being aloner
Gnaw at me constantly
Mankind wasn’t meant to fly solo
And though there’s people all around
Feel isolated and embargoed
It’s all come crashing down

See them staring
Or are they glaring
Why am I caring
Stuck in despairing
Spirit reeling
My face annealing 
As I’m concealing
This wretched feeling
Indecision
Without vision
Bound for collison
This is prison
Personal crises
Far as the eye sees
Plight of my psyches 
Help me focus please

Just when I feel confidence
It’s withdrawn from me by Providence
 Back to the spiral
In self-denial
Hatred beguiled
Am I on trial
For my emotion
Hollow devotion
Turbulent motion
Just as the ocean
A fucking tall tale
If dark is detail
Then I’m ghost pale
Fading in grayscale
So this insistence
Divine assistance
Is at a distance
From my existence 

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The Stresses of Being Aloner

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