Deluded

Your pain
doesn’t really

distinguish

you
I see you sitting there
meditating
on your

angst,
so sure
that your life’s
absurdity
sets you
apart
You are satisfied,
secure
in your

separateness
But allow me to
rupture
the skin of
your self-satisfaction:
I too feel the

break
between body
and brain
and the suspicion
that my umbrella
holds no
protection
from rain

This week's readwritepoem prompt was to use the above photo by nwolc.