Encased

Living in our own little sphere
We look but we do not see
The air around us doth but shimmer
Hiding acts of various devilries

My little sphere is not my world
Trapped in the cyclone's swirls
Slowly I try my fingers unfurl
To drawback at its stinging whorls

Estranged, isolated from the universe
I stand alone in my darkened space
Trying in vain to see what's worse
Surrounded by humanity or encased

Glimpses of companionship I see
Telling me to be all I can but be
To reach out for such camaraderie
Let live or let it but be

I try again, my fingers reach
For naught that I can see
Scared but determined to breach
Out of this spiral, be not lonely...

~ sharon l.y.teo ~