Island of Exile

In the sweet cool darkness
of my barren and lonely room,
Neil Diamond sings for me,
weaving silken beauty
from my gloom.
Cherished sanctuary
where the world
is an unwelcome stranger.
Wanting only peaceful fantasies
to caress me when day is done.
Living in a dream world
is not insane.
Reality is callous minds
who display only contempt
and empty hearts to
bully their way through another day.
Their is no kindness -
no one cares about more than
their place.
Puppets to the god of being “one”
they never look each other
in the face.
Not all their pills or pleadings
will make me walk out that door.
I will sit in my blessed aloneness
and plug my ears against their
meaningless roar.