There is a hole, an emptiness,
a void which is the core of me.
Loneliness envelops me,
consumes me even in a croud.
I stand alone, isolated and lost.
Out of place I drift in a sea of masks.
Where do I belong? I know not.
I find temporary comfort in the machines.
Computers, wires, and programming.
This is my world, a world of me.
I am safe hear, but alone.
People, scociety, large groups.
These things scare me, frighten me.
My subconscious trembles in crouds,
and so I hide, alone, and lost.
Written by Benjamin P Swem ©2005
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