THE COMPANIONSHIP OF STRANGERS

Alone
is a dirge of solitude
and rejection
that casts my soul
into the pit of tortuous reflection.
It is walled
with fun house mirrors,
which distort my sight
ever rending
me a stranger
being victim to its hideous visions
of permanent night.
Alas
have I wallowed
in the mix of sagacious
and vaporous
spiritual goo
haunted by
the specters of uncontrollable tears
who never say boo.