Each and every day
its almost the same
locked away for hours with
no one there to blame

secluded isolation
escape to cyber space
retiring from reality
with no one in my face

running on, no time frame
every evening, every morn
the ridicule of others
harassment, even scorn

despondent transposition
the endless, constant pain
each day, another challenge
sun streaked sky without rain

the dogs are major comfort
the cats are here and there
the rabbit loves his clover
the birds, they just don't care

writing for no reason
except to pass the time
elusive comprehension
for those without a rhyme

single, tranquil moment
illusionary thought
Angel on my shoulder
things that cant be bought

retiring from the world
full of stress and hate
paying tax to those, with
too much on their plate

imagination wandering
country, city, slums
counting up the hours
until the reaper comes

time, it does escape me
I really must admit
If you want opinion
no one gives a ****