Alone

The month dwindles till the day grows thirty-one
Another year has swept away without a sound
Calender mache sifts disorderly through my fingers
The Sands of time wear upon the edges of sanity
And I am alone.
Since the upturned hour glass began to gather grain
I've feigned this act, its not for me.
Linch pins clip grief onto me
I cant silence the lie

In a city of hundreds of thousands I am but one!
People pass by like zombies. They eat, sleep, and repeat
None of them I know. Many I don't wish to know
Anti-social society fires my curiousity, contempt.
Amongst strands of rural wheat, backroads and snow
There were many faces to know. Everyday something to do.

Yet I am alone always on the verge
Maimed mentally by my brain
It always asks whether its sane.
10x6 foot cell sustains the living cycle
my stasis. Contains anxiety cold gripping fear
'till I pass through the door
Then to go back and breathe for more

All faces fade away
I look towards a better day.