Compartmentalized
Insulations’ design keeps you warm or cool,
not knowing of others looking a fool.
Among those who can’t reach out.
Pity their attitude, what’s that about?
Living inside silent corpse of bones,
struggle to breathe, no one phones.
Surrounded by scary and unknown,
wondering about seeds you have sown.
Escaping this quagmire’s a difficult task,
often you’re simply too afraid to ask.
Will a liberating arrow straight and true,
pierce bulletproof glass around the inner you.
Years and years painfully fly by,
forgetting to reach out, even try.
Time passes without a moments’ refrain.
Life speeds by trapped in a windowless train
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