No sadness comes to mind
left with blank expressions

Candid confusion
rattling my cage
aided by momentary anger

I manage my insanity
adjusting the dials
to allow for my sanity

Our words become riddles
how can we hope to understand
did we ever try to?

Calm when I'm alone
but left with ruptures in my head
no light shines in loneliness
just left disguised instead

I still ache for a new beginning
some mutual ground to stand upon
yet I know not how to create it
or even if the chance still exists..