The dead

I've spent so long
Trying to understand
Get along, communicate
But nothing fits
People telling me stories
Endless ramblings about this, and about that
I fail to connect
I try
But the more I try
The further I distance
I feel sick
That these my people?
That nothing here sits right
I lose myself amongst the dead
I find something here, comfort
Something tangible
Beauty
I'll lose myself here
With better men, and better women
All gone
In Peace
Sometimes all we need
Is to be with the dead