Syndromes of loneliness

The sickness took his mind but not entirely
Every morning he screams in gibberish tongues at his window
For hours, the whole neighborhood is captive to his litany
And then, you hear the sane talk
I am hungry
Seconds later, silence rules again the street
Someone listened, someone heard him
Someone came to our rescue
Fed him
Liberated us from our guilt
And when the evening comes…
Oh, God I trained my ears not to hear him…
Same feeling as when you are in church and the priest is bubbling his spells and you only understand Amen

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