Solitude has made me feral
skittish and on edge
Peoples presence heralds
judgement and dread

Cover faces sneer
Sharp intake of breath
Exhaling excess fear
contemplating death

Isolation breeds distortion
and enemies within
reflecting a portion
of negative thinking

Avoidance at all costs
veering from your path
Does it mean its all lost
to outrage and wrath ?

Is all goodwill now in the past ?
Will it return , when we unmask ?

By Kevin Beary



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