Life Outside The Haze Poem by Joran Tibor De Jong

I am alone, looking around,
sick of the happiness of others,
do not see the pink haze, colored the world.
As a fog beforer the eyes, fogged glasses.

I can only see it,
free from the shackles but trapped in mind
I am experiencing life,
a trial without reward.

I carry the burden with me,
suffering under the yoke of the world,
black haze.

I laugh, I think, I act.
all-consuming emptiness
To let them reach what is lost to me

No thanks, apology or praise
I am experiencing life outside the joyful fog.

Lost to never be found again