The Road

Parallelization from Devastation — A poem

Watching the mirror in my hideaway. Feel somewhat more significant alone.

Tried quickly to return the disguise, while seeing through another’s eyes, and realise I am despised.

As loved ones find my depression too inconvenient. I am restricted to embarrassment.

On the road to parallelization that came from devastation. The disturbing introvert with a passion for the word goodbye.

The unyielding dejection. Never wrong, never wrong

The unyielding devastation, a permanent shadow on the road.

When my normality has drowned enough. I’ll return the suggestive disguise that implies, I’ve escaped desolation.