i once met a soul whom i felt
his fear and knew his anger..
i percieved what he saw and heard,
and now i wish all to disappear..
all is quiet as i sit in my dark
room..seeing nothing..and knowing
not what happens..but all is not quiet
as the roar of thoughts race through
my mind..so much quickly going and
leaving..to not know of them again..
i like the solitude of not knowing
what is beyond my wall this moment..
for i do not care for what is or
what was..and what will become of
all the other souls and their stupid
assaults on my space and in my time..
i will not miss their loud voices as
they crowd into my mind with their
useless chatter of nothing..and their
image invading my sight with ugly faces
exhibiting fake expression of vacancy..
and now in my darkness i enjoy the roar
of the assault of my thoughts and
i know i will not come out again....