Are you fine, they well-meaningly ask.
Well here’s How I “really” feel at times …
“I am fine”.
no i am not fine,
i am as fine as a dung dusted shoe is from a shine,
i am not fine, i am lost, between alluring dreams, and silent screams,
sometimes a duet,
mostly a cacophony of noise,
white and bland and dull,
just enough to discern, that humanity is null,
with all humaneness void,
and of all conscience devoid.
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