Reflections on Lonliness

I watch the world go by
An outsider in a glass cage
In desperation I strike the pane
I breaks and my hand is cut

In the outside world I walk eagerly
Reaching out to parts of humanity
But the world turns its back
Wherever I turn it turns away

My tears wash the blood on my hand
A thin transparent shield grows
With every rejection it thickens

This glass cage is unbreakable
My wounded hand will not heal

"Where can I go from Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your presence? If I go up to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in the depths, You are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast." Ps 139:7-10