Inside My Mind - Written Recently Due To Bad Times

Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. 
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, 
and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.

- Francis Bacon

Inside my mind
I step outside the confines of my own sanity, only to find place more desolate than the one from which I just came. Fragments of memories drift past on a sea's of doubt and uncertainty. Dark shapes, vaguely familiar, dance on the edge of vision. Teasing me with recollections of “good old times” and calling to me in voices comforting yet shrill. The things that make me who I am start to tear away leaving a small, frightened child. Shivering in the hot breeze, staring longingly after my life. The shining purity and innocents of a child look out of place in such a dark, chaotic world but here is where I will grow and thrive and laugh and cry. Here is where I come when my sanity is fragile or when the world becomes too much. The place where my dreams and aspirations still live, the place where my life still has meaning. For now, I'll step back into reality but I feel I may stay here one day, looking though my eyes like windows onto a world denied me. Until then my life trudges on, shoulder to shoulder with the lonely masses. I may not be by myself but I am alone.

- Rod Lloyd
Rodderz Rodderz
41-45, M
May 15, 2012