some weeks are walked
wrapped in the alone
the pall that can’t be pierced
by those blind to its shroud
the cunning curse
buried
just deep enough
manifest in snide remarks
sanity’s self preservation
kept caged behind smiles
seen as genuine
when solitude allows
the guilty comfort of
absorption
a gentle rocking
barely more than breath
wrapped in the alone







But see, mostly people are glad not to get involved and easily sold on smiles.

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