This city is an island
And me an island within it
I have my back to you
And indifference painted on my
face
Lest it reveal some affinity
I suppressed long ago
The line of my lips renounced its
curve
Lest it indebt me to empathy, or
worse
Invite you to probe
The hollowness of my being
No!
Share your soul’s abundance
With those equally prosperous
I shall savour my emptiness alone
You are too normal
To be worthy
Of the hell that I’m in…
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