Locked in this room
Your sanctuary, your haven for the sensitively challenged
You snigger, scowl, sneer at them.
Caught.  Trapped.
Shackled to the relentless, repetitive, uncompromising cancer that conveys,
One and all,
On a free ticket to the promised land.

Here, in discordant serenity
You watch bemused, eyes clouded with haunted indifference
Ignorant in sleeplessness. 
Too preoccupied to think.

Alone in your inner sanctum
Where the nightmares return for their matinee performance
You’re struck dumb by turgid tales of lamented gratification,
Ever watchful, seldom watched.

Time is a superfluous necessity
Here, midst the memoirs of an empty existence.
Out there, outside the window through which you survey another world
It runs amok, savage and mystical. 
Concise and infinite.

Here, locked in this room
As you slip into unconsciousness for the last time, you sneer,
Again, with contempt and envy,
At them through the window busy, unaware, unconcerned
In their world, alive.



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