poetry?

listless, profoundly amusing,
changes, in the regular lane of life..
open, to the mirth, of disillusion...

occasionally flying..
wandering...
about them...who care?
recklessly seeking refuge in boredom.
impotent confusion...

wonder if you can feel..
pains that burn through
unreal nights of existence....
devouring slumber.

cancerous delight plagues-
the throng of vision..
clouds, contorting pleasure,
unmasking emotions
-of innocence and fragility
of an oblivious soul,
lost in the realms beyond......