Are You?...

Is this my therapy,
is this all that is left of me,
a voice with no substance
coming out of the Darkness,
placing a mist before your eyes
to slip away into forest shadows
and hide from sunlight and prying eyes?
An earthbound oddity, a strange entity
like an accident you must see
a toxin, a pox upon the face of humanity
hiding like a leper lest you see
sins committed upon him festering still
leaving him only questions and very little will to live
just a will to be what he himself rarely sees;
someone who is truly happy...
           (11-04-10)