With no dramas
disasters, or deaths
to absorb the attention
of an eternally bored brain,
I feel discomfort from this pause…
When everything\'s burned in tragic horror,
become sick and died–
I’m left benumbed by human contact,
avoidant of communal connection.
I hear their words; feel their touch,
but years of distress cements me
in an aura augmented with
severe agitated and unrelatability,
destroying every last interaction.