By Nicki Bacon.
Stare at me from a distance,
A tale of boredom now known.
Stare at me from a closeness,
My life, a dullness sewn.
This flash of light is but a journey,
Some hundred-year sorrow.
So far from a fairy tale,
Oh, how I dread the morrow.
Told of such independence,
I’m forever alone.
I’ve flatlined and atoned,
Yet here merely groan.
Is this my torment?
A twisted prison devoid.
Through pain I persist,
Forsaken yet paranoid.