Is there solace for the prodigal savant
Searching for light in the darkest of hollows
Alone in starkness, surrounded by the enemy
smothered by enmity that follows them
hauntingly like a ghost
from room to room, life to life
day to day casting shadows
Myopically arrested;
the apotheosis of neurosis
no sleep for weeks, in a smoky daze of
soul crushing Kafkan psychosis
Do not look for me there, my friend,
I have long ago since faded.
Remember fondly, how the soul shined like a sun,
before the world invaded.


About Janis Alanis

Thinker, BS detector, champion of Reason. Unafraid. Ticked off, and riled up. View all posts by Janis Alanis

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