Think of a place and call it to mind
Not physically there on a map to find
A place so dark you would rather not be
With no entrance, no exit that you can see
Inside a vacuum devoid of a breeze
A pitfall sheer with no handhold to seize
No one can see you. You are not really there
On a plateau invisible in the land of despair

Sound is a medium you hear but far off
You forgot how to smile and substitute a scoff
Humour is something for others not you
And the dromedary routine collects every due
You move as a shadow a clone of yourself
A stipendiary part of a crowd but in stealth
Your opinion auxiliary it matters not at all
Compliments paid are a tort in recall

Mirrors can’t see you, your reflection is gone
A perverse ugly duckling that will not be a swan
Cryogenically stored your past life on hold
As you wander the void inhospitably cold
Trapped in a chasm the trench where you sleep
Awaiting the dawn where light will not seep
In the land of depression where you live all alone
Lot’s pillar of salt petrified in stone

JP.

That was good JP.! ~Scott

Dear **Mighty JP.**: Your description
seems able to skip most conniption.
Your life may be grim,
yet somehow much vim
still thrives and requires no encryption.