The disconnect.
The foreign object is my soul in my body
The me in my life
Is this MY hobbie?
Now what do I expect?
Sense of self rests on the edge of a knife.
The wall.
The barrier between me and my friends -
Invisible yet uncrossable
To be present - she pretends
Me and my precious shoal.
Together but impossible.
The separation.
The distance between me and reality
Broad, but betraying
and forced in actuality
Dispite the train promptly leaving the station,
You'll probably find me here, frozen - staying.
©dannibug
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