Sanctuary

My true spirit’s synagogue Where my feelings are camouflaged Just a mirage of my entourage Solitary existence inspires my persistence For no one to witness my soul’s resistance To conform to the flesh M mind is rest-less As a result of my critical analysis Where my diagnostic provokes this Extreme emotional status, of my apparatus Thus, uniting myself within, I must win In order to begin again, free from sin- Where I spend, my lonely days My life, I paraphrase, and rearrange My world a strange and proclaim to all Fall, never I, yet and still, far am I from ordinary There’s nothing wrong, yes I’m alone, but I dwell in sanctuary