I've been alone in this isolation
No more irrigation, no more commotion
I can't reach the lines
'Cause something stops me, girdled with vines
They hate me for being me, that's the truth
Aloofness benumbing me, I take the booth
And I can't face them
With valor, fiesting my own modem
Teaching me the true meaning of outcast
And torture me in different way, to last
I can't cope with it
I am fragile, I hate to admit
Is there someone would like to extend hands?
Disappointing, nobody would, no more lands
To put a new life
That's the definition of my life
Sheldon Allen Saluta
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-in-isolation/
