Apart From The World Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing apart from the world, unaware of the reason why.
Writing and contemplating other dimensions set away in corners of
subconscious reality and imagination.
Concerned with life outside of human realms and understanding,
perturbed at times by the lack of friends and companionship.
Resting quietly in a desert of my own, staying far from contact with
the world.
Away from me it cannot do any harm or injury.
There is no betrayal or abandonment, because I am always with myself.
Trusting in not a single soul on earth, I face reality with much more
objectivity than most.
Knowing the infamous sorrow of familiarity, constantly backing away
from it so I may live another day without being submerged in sorrow
of another's making.
Solemnly partaking of a solitary existence, riding always on waves of
remorse, being shuffled constantly - and tossed - into a watery grave
existing no longer on earth.