Disconnected

Dislocation leading to isolation;
Alone without even a telephone
And what do you do?
Your voice the only choice
For hearing anything at all;
Your thoughts brought out
As your only companions;
Can you stand the desolation?
No cigarettes to smoke,
No ego left to stroke,
No one around to poke;
So what do you say this day?
What way will you choose,
And upon what will you muse?
Alone with your soul and bones . . .

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