Member Poem

Glass stones stare into my eyes,
Nothing yet has caught me by surprise.
Used to this black abyss,
I do not belong here.

Balancing the world on my knee,
Imaging it being destroyed, devoured;
Just like me.
This is not where I am supposed to be.

Love? I do not often feel such a thing,
When I do, trust is unseen.
It is hard to believe that someone holds trust in me.
As this is not my existential plane.

Not Earth, not here, not there.
Paranoia is the planet I fear.
Thick, full of despair,
Why can I not just disappear?