So far away with no one around for quite a while

Shadows of individuals

Specters of beings

Spiritless vessels drifting listlessly

Yet no warmth

No lively look in the eye

No shoulder to cry on

No smile

No laugh

No care

So eventually you question…

Is anyone even there?

And everyone just glares

Wake up

You need a shake up

You are not

So stop

Imagining alternate realities

Where this could possibly be

Does not seem at all sensible to me

Yet everyday

Begrudgingly…

New weeds sprout up where I have plucked them before

It is an everlasting bore

Yet a necessity

For me to maintain this fantasy

Blocked blessings in an alternate reality