D.C.{my Deepest Poem Yet}

Can’t seem to unearth any Connection, On the mound of Black, In the tempest of Blur, Can you distinguish the sounds of my subterranean Frustration? Bringing up the rear contact with all living Forms. {Realisation} I’m out casted in the black Nothingness Absent from the airborne Kisses, With the towering hugs in Lead. Was it a helicopter my bonfire Missed? Just get me connected I Plead... {Panic} Utterly Now, I’m contracting undulation in the exterior World, Where the entire is right is Wrong. Here is where trespassers are Hurled: I’m rationally the only impostor in so Long. {Acceptance} This modest internet Icon, Is sited with a never expunged X. Can’t you hear my screech with my mic. On? All my necessitates is a contrivance with a solitary Text. {Searching} This lost connection swimming in the Whirlpool; Whirlpool of nerve Wrecks, Downpour Darkness, Polluting Love. I endure a metamorphose for the soundless night of Cool, As I am still the dusk obscurity in leather Gloves. {Disconnected}