Cry of the Estranged

I feel surrounded-surrounded
By Satan himself; I see him

An embodiment of cruelty, I see him

The glee in his eyes tainted by pleasure

As they watch me writhe in pain

His fires rage on my every side and feed on me

Like parasites sucking out my humaneness

Desperate like the Boy

Who cried Wolf a time too many

I cry out to my nearest ear,

To be answered

By my Echo, fading away

Isolation.

The want to be lulled to tranquillity

Overwhelms my eroding mind

Eroded by the flow of Misery-

A poisoned river of thoughts

My strings of Sanity gave away

I neither fall nor float but rise

Not to stare into empty darkness

But there I was-blinded

By light; by realization

Satan’s fires are burning with my own

The anger and the agony mix

And rage to burn all reason.

I see everything through a madman’s eyes

I mull over my seeming insignificance

In life and Life, both vague

A tear mattered no more

As did anything, in alienation

An effort I did make,

Trying to keep up the pretence in vain

That I was indifferent, oblivious even

To every occurrence that affected

My frail Self- an outright denial

As the fires burned down, I still remained

A formless cluster of lifeless thoughts;

An unquenchable thirst for understanding;

An insatiable desire to be wanted

I live thereon off what Satan’s fury left behind

Morbid thoughts and hopelessness

A strange bliss it may seem, it was all I had;

My own fury left nothing to salvage

Author's note: I do not call this a poem a work of art or a piece of literature. It's just a collection of thoughts written in a frenzy.