In isolation
he suffers
the burning sensation
consumes his mind.
Clutching his brain
within his hands
removing all contents
just stop.
Behind an invisible
glass menagerie
staring outward at the world
pleading with me to relate
regardless how hard I try
I fail time again.
Fading fast
into a world
of misunderstood chaos.
The child within his being
disconnected, abandoned,
unbeknown
tormenting daydreams
silent blood-curling screams
don’t leave me on my own.
To experience interconnectedness
I see, you have, not me.
Years of disillusion, confusion
“What the hell is wrong with me?”
Retracing steps
to gain a sense
of who he used to be
helplessness, hopelessness,
desperation.
Night turns into day
“Why am I here?”
Countless answered questions
a continual battle to survive.
Oh how he sadness me
as he is just the most
amazing man,
so gifted, artistic, autistic,
musician, magician,
Joseph…I so wish that you
could see
how brightly you shine.
MedusaMoon © 2013
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