Deadpool's blog: "You should NOT listen to me..."

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
…My friends forsake me like a memory lost:—
I am the self-consumer of my woes;—
…They rise and vanish in oblivion's host,
Like shadows in love's frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,—
…Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
…But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest, that I love the best, 
Are strange—nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes, where man hath never trod,
…A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God;
…And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.

………………………………………………—John Clare